THE HAYFIELD
Over the field the fairies went
Singing and dancing and well content;
Over the field of sweet warm grass
I saw their shimmering cohorts pass.
The clover flamed to a ruddier glow,
The slender buttercups curtseyed low,
The wondering daisies, innocent-eyed,
Bowed their heads to the radiant tide.
And flirting butterflies, pearly white,
Left the flowers for a new delight,
Left their loves for the fairies' sake,
And fluttered dizzily in their wake.
Over the swaying grass they swept,
Over the hedgerow soared and leapt,
Broke and scattered in golden spray,
Gleamed and glittered—and melted away.