IV SUMMER SUN YREAT is the sun, and wide he goes without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull Yet he will find a chink or two The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; Meantime his golden face around Above the hills, along the blue, THE DUMB SOLDIER HEN the grass was closely mown, WHEN the grass was m In the turf a hole I found Spring and daisies came apace; Under grass alone he lies, When the grass is ripe like grain, I shall find him, never fear, I shall find my grenadier; I shall find my soldier dumb. He has lived, a little thing, He has seen the starry hours In the silence he has heard Not a word will he disclose, VII THE GARDENER THE gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools away, He locks the door and takes the key. Away behind the currant row Where no one else but cook may go, Old and serious, brown and big. He digs the flowers, green, red and blue, Nor wishes to be spoken to. He digs the flowers and cuts the hay, Silly gardener! summer goes, And winter comes with pinching toes, Well now, and while the summer stays, |