Spring

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what could I do but laugh and go?

A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,

And acres of ground away from trees,

And one hundred yards of clean, strong string --

O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!