I must stop. My leaves are growing.
My buds are coming. Good-by.”
| full | dart ing | (r ain) |
| music | pl ain | |
| wood lands | busy |
THE SPRING TIME
Now the days are full of music!
All the birds are back again;
In the tree-tops, in the meadows,
In the woodlands, on the plain.
See them darting through the sunshine!