The briar bushes soft and green
Quite hide the zig-gag fence away,
And all the space that lies between
Is carpeted with new-mown hay.
The heat of noonday presses all
To rest and silence, full and deep,
And still the cheery robins call
To show that they are not asleep.
Shadows
“O sweet white rose, I pray you tell
Why in that fragrant heart of thine
Where golden sunbeams seldom fell,
All grace and gladness seems to dwell,
And summer fragrance hold its shrine?”
“Sweet, am I,” west wind, sweet and white,
Then leave me in the shadow pray,
Here soft dews bathe me all the night,
And no harsh sunbeam comes at light,
To kiss the great white tears away.”
A Merrie Christmasse Untoe Ye
A MERRIE Christmasse untoe ye!
The wishe is olde, the sweete refraine
Of that song carolled longe agoe,
When Love crepte downe o’er hille and plaine
Singing, full-toned, to heartes in paine,
“Peace ande goodwille!”
Lete white flowers growe,
A Merrie Christmasse untoe ye!