This Green You Brought
STRONG sun shines on the lawns grown thick.
This is the first full summer day;
Children, mysterious at play,
As birds are bright and quick.
But, Father, this small child is sick.
This is the first full summer day;
Children, mysterious at play,
As birds are bright and quick.
But, Father, this small child is sick.
Of summer she is the total all:
On grass the yellowest buttercup,
The light when she looks up,
The sudden near birdcall.
And now she lies so still and small.
On grass the yellowest buttercup,
The light when she looks up,
The sudden near birdcall.
And now she lies so still and small.
To save there are but hands you taught;
Make them all-gentle and all-skilled.
We fear the summer suddenly stilled —
It was our dearest thought
To see her run this green you brought.
Make them all-gentle and all-skilled.
We fear the summer suddenly stilled —
It was our dearest thought
To see her run this green you brought.