Like the bar of the beaten gold
I gleam in the summer sun;
I am little, I know, but I think I can throw
A man that will weigh a ton.
I send out no challenges bold,
I blow me no vaunting horn,
But foolish is he who treadeth on me;
He’ll wish he had ne’er been born.
Like the flower of the [...]
The plums and cherries are blossoming,
My heart too is unsheathing from winter —
And it has all happened in one day.
Peaches, peaches! everywhere
See the tempting baskets stand!
Luscious fruit from Delaware,
Ruddy cheeks from Maryland.
Orchards of the sunny South,
In surprising plentitude,
Furnish freely every mouth
Appetizing, dainty food.
Peaches in the market stalls,
Peaches vended on the street
By the rogue who seldom hauls
Peaches good enough to eat.
Dealers a bonanza reap
From the blushing favorites,
While their cry [...]
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold,
Like that which o’er Nineveh’s prophet once grew,
While he waited to know that his warning was true,
And longed for the [...]
Ready with leaves and with buds stood the tree.
“Shall I take them?” the frost said, now puffing with glee.
”Oh my, no, let them stand,
Till flowers are at hand!”
All trembling from tree-top to root came the plea.
Flowers unfolding the birds gladly sung.
“Shall I take them?” the wind said and merrily swung.
”Oh my, [...]
Oh! fine as musk, invisible,
Impalpable — as odors are —
Luxurious and wonderful
As essence from those isles afar
Where sweet amomum, cinnamon,
And all delicious spices grow,
Is their perfume, for dew and sun
And rain combine to make it so.
And while beneath an autumn sky
The atmosphere is redolent,
Within my hammock long I lie,
And breathe the [...]
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air—
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut through the heat—
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
WHEN you slice a Georgy melon you mus’ know
what you is at
An’ look out how de knife is gwine in.
Put one-half on dis side er you — de yuther half
En’ den you gits betwixt ‘em, en begin!
Honey good ter see;
But we’en it come ter sweetness,
De melon [...]
Dust in a cloud, blinding weather,
Drums that rattle and roar!
A mother and daughter stood together
Beside their cottage door.
“Mother, the heavens are bright like brass,
The dust is shaken high,
With labouring breath the soldiers pass,
Their lips are cracked and dry.”
“Mother, I’ll throw them apples down,
I’ll bring them pails of water.”
The mother turned with [...]
Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.
One such to melt at the tongue’s root,
Confounding taste with scent,
Beats a full peck [...]
Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.
In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
THE man in the wilderness asked of me
How many strawberries grew in the sea.
I answered him as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grow in the wood.
WITH strawberries we filled a tray,
And then we drove away, away
Along the links beside the sea,
Where wave and wind were light and free,
And August felt as fresh as May.
And where the springy turf was gay
With thyme and balm and many a spray
Of wild roses, you tempted me
A shadowy sail, silent and gray,
Stole like a [...]
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do you fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here awhile,
To blush and gently smile,
And go at last.
What! were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid good-night?
‘Tis pity nature brought ye forth
Merely to show your worth,
And lose [...]
A matchless woman, six years old,
With fetching smiles and frills of beauty,
Asked me why Tutti Frutti ice
Was pretty near all Tutti?
How apt to be the way, I thought,
This world of daily work and duty,
Always too much of Tutti brings,
With not enough of Frutti.
Already in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry
Dense weights of heat press down. The large bright
Shrink in the leaves. From dark acacia tops
The nut-hatch flings his short reiterate cry;
And ever as the sun mounts hot and high
Thin voices crowd the grass. In soft long strokes
The wind goes murmuring through the mountain