James Russell Lowell
NATURE’S FRIEND
Say what you like,
All things love me!
I pick no flowers—
That wins the Bee.
The Summer’s Moths
Think my hand one—
To touch their wings—
With Wind and Sun.
The garden Mouse
Comes near to play;
Indeed, he turns
His eyes away.
The Wren knows well
I rob no nest:
When I look in,
She still will rest.
The hedge stops Cows,
Or they would come
After my voice
Right to my home.