I went a-roaming one winter's day,
And what do you think I saw, my dear?
A place where the sky came down to the hill,
And a big white cloud on the fresh green grass,
And bright red berries my basket to fill,
And mustard that grew in a golden mass—
All on a winter's day, my dear!
CHARLES KEELER,
in Elfin Songs of Sunland.
FEBRUARY 13.