Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/105

Rh From all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound—

A murmur as of waters from skies and trees and ground.

The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo,

And over hill and hollow rings again the loud halloo:

"Polly!—Polly!—The cows are in the corn!

O, where's Polly?"

Above the trees the honey-bees swarm by with buzz and boom,

And in the field and garden a thousand blossoms bloom.

Within the farmer's meadow a brown-eyed daisy blows,

And down at the edge of the hollow a red and thorny rose.

But Polly!—Polly!—The cows are in the corn!

O, where's Polly?

How strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter!

The farmer's wife is listening now and wonders what's the matter.

O, wild the birds are singing in the wood and on the hill,

While whistling up the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill.

But Polly!—Polly!—The cows are in the corn!

O, where's Polly?

"ON THE WILD ROSE TREE"

the wild rose tree

Many buds there be,

Yet each sunny hour

Hath but one perfect flower.