Some of them peering from wayside hedge,
As yonder, adrift on the aery stream,
Love drives his plumed and filleted team;
The Angel of Summer aloft I see,
And the souls of roses about to be!
And the heart in me sings—the heart knows why—
’Tis winter on earth, but June in the sky.
[MOTHER EARTH]
O mother, tuck the children in,