Red Clover
Crimson clover I discover
By the garden gate,
And the bees about her hover,
But the robins wait.
Sing, robins, sing,
Sing a roundelay, —
'Tis the latest flower of Spring,
Coming with the May!
Crimson clover I discover
In the open field,
Mellow sunlight brooding over,
All her warmth revealed.
Sing, robins, sing,
'Tis no longer May, —
Fuller bloom doth Summer bring,
Ripened thro' delay!
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Elaine Goodale (1863-1953) & Dora Read Goodale (1866-1953)
from All Round the Year: Verses from Sky Farm, 1881
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Elaine Goodale biography
Dora Read Goodale biography
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