CLINTON SCOLLARD[1]
America, 1860-
Bobolink
Bobolink—
He is here!
Spink-a-chink!
Hark, how clear
Drops the note 5
From his throat,
Where he sways
On the sprays
Of the wheat
In the heat! 10
Bobolink,
Spink-a-chink!
Bobolink
Is a beau.
See him prink! 15
Watch him go
Through the air
To his fair!
Hear him sing
On the wing,—
Sing his best
O'er her nest! 5
"Bobolink,
Spink-a-chink!"
Bobolink,
Linger long!
There's a kink 10
In your song
Like the joy
Of a boy
Left to run
In the sun,— 15
Left to play
All the day.
Bobolink,
Spink-a-chink!
FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN
America, 1860-
The Four Winds
In winter, when the wind I hear,
I know the clouds will disappear;
For 'tis the wind who sweeps the sky
And piles the snow in ridges high.
In spring, when stirs the wind, I know 5
That soon the crocus buds will show;
For 'tis the wind who bids them wake
And into pretty blossoms break.
In summer, when it softly blows,
Soon red I know will be the rose; 10
For 'tis the wind to her who speaks,
And brings the blushes to her cheeks.
In autumn, when the wind is up,
I know the acorn's out its cup;
For 'tis the wind who takes it out,
And plants an oak somewhere about.