OUT in the meadow the scented breeze Was full of the gossip of birds and bees; Out in the orchard the glad things flew, And o'er meadow and orchard the sky was blue— The sky was blue, and the clouds were white, And the summer morning was blithe and bright. " Said Edith, "whether I work or play." So slate and pencil and fairy-book Were carried forth to a cozy nook, Where the shadows glanced, and the sunbeams shone, And the dear little girl could be alone. There were hard examples that must be done, For father to see ere the set of sun; And there was the merriest tale to read, Of a lady fair, on a milk-white steed,— Of a lady fair, and a stately lover, And the charm that lay in a four-leaf clover. "Study the lesson!" the robin said, As he poised on the branch above her head, With a whirr of wings like the beat of drums; "Edith," the bee hummed, "mind the sums!" But shadow and shine in their airy play Coaxed for the story that matched the day. "Any time will do for the tiresome task," Said Edith at last, "and I think I'll ask Papa to excuse my Arithmetic,— In such warm weather I might be sick If I taxed this poor little brain of mine." So she listened, you see, to shadow and shine; And then full-length on the velvet grass, She dreamed of delights that would come to pass When she, too large for the rigid rule Of the happy home, or the stricter school, Should be a woman, and quite at ease Each hour to do what she might please. 0061m |