A Flicker, a Robin, a Song-sparrow
Have come from Arcady.
The Flicker was an imp that shouted in a tree;
The Robin was a winged laugh that Spring set free;
The Song-sparrow was a liquid arrow
That pierced to the heart of me.
PLAYING
Three little girls and one little boy
Out in the first warm sunshine;
The wind blows in and the wind blows out