Happy leaves—of all that’s been!
A LITTLE SONG
A ripple and a rush, and a mating thrush,
And, oh! the month must be at May.
A blossom and a tree, and a honey-bee,
And, oh! it’s such a perfect day!
A meeting and a smile, and a sunlit mile,
And, oh! the world is very young.
Come winter, storm or cold,
Love never can grow old,