WINGED SEEDS.
By Helen Gray Cone.
Oh, gold-green wings, and bronze-green wings,
And rose-tinged wings, that down the breeze
Come sailing from the maple-trees!
You showering things, you shimmering things,
That June-time always brings!
Oh, are you seeds that seek the earth,
The shade of lovely leaves to spread?
Or shining angels, that had birth
When kindly words were said?
Oh, downy dandelion-wings,
Wild-floating wings, like silver spun,
That dance and glisten in the sun!
You airy things, you elfin things,
That June-time always brings!
Oh, are you seeds that seek the earth,
The light of laughing flowers to spread?
Or flitting fairies, that had birth
When merry words were said?
BESSIE: "THAT MEANS NO MORE SCHOOL TILL COLD WEATHER COMES! MY TEACHER SAID SO!"