This page has been validated.
COTTAGE DAYS
And (like a Starling, venturing notes
That to the Thrush belong),
Me too in this singing world she sets
Crooning my little song.
IV
Little Boy and Little Girl
He is an apple-blossom,
All gentle pink and white,
With a bit of blue sky in either eye
To keep it happy and bright;
And she, a wild March violet,
The daughter of wind and rain;
That flings you the bliss of a fragrant kiss—
And snatches it back again!
74
