Yes, my wild little Poet.

Sing the new year in under the blue. 5
Last year you sang it as gladly.
"New, new, new, new!" Is it then _so_ new
That you should carol so madly?

"Love again, song again, nest again, young again."
Never a prophet so crazy! 10
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
See, there is hardly a daisy.

"Here again, here, here, here, happy year!"
O warble, unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, 15
And all the winters are hidden.

JANE TAYLOR

ENGLAND, 1783-1824

The Violet

Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew,
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower, 5
Its colors bright and fair!
It might have graced a rosy bower
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom
In modest tints arrayed; 10
And there diffused its sweet perfume
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see,
That I may also learn to grow 15
In sweet humility.

CLINTON SCOLLARD[1]

AMERICA, 1860-

Bobolink

Bobolink--
He is here!
_Spink-a-chink!_
Hark, how clear
Drops the note 5
From his throat,
Where he sways
On the sprays
Of the wheat
In the heat! 10
Bobolink,
_Spink-a-chink!_

Bobolink
Is a beau.
See him prink! 15
Watch him go
Through the air
To his fair!
Hear him sing
On the wing,--
Sing his best
O'er her nest! 5
"Bobolink,
_Spink-a-chink!_"

Bobolink,
Linger long!
There's a kink