Sitting by the brook, With his fishing-hook, With his spelling-book Thrust far aside, Whilst loud he cried: "For once, no school, For once, no rule, Bell, ring away! This whole, whole day I'll stop and play!" One, two, three! One was Mrs. Bee Stopping just to stare At the vision there-- Bobby by the brook With his fishing-hook; At the spelling-book Thrust far aside; THREE. By Rosa Graham. Whilst loud she cried: "The livelong day A boy to play! I'd like to see One little bee Like Bobby Lee!" One, two, three! One was Lady Rose, In her pretty clothes, Staring down to see Little Bobby Lee, With his fishing-hook, With his spelling-book Thrust far aside, Whilst loud she cried: "The livelong day, A boy to play! I'd like to know, If I did so, How I would grow!" [Illustration: 0069] SUMMER'S GOING. By Mrs. L. C. Whiton. |LEAVES are shrinking on the trees, Where the nests are hidden; There's a hush among the bees, As to roam forbidden; There's the silk of corn that shows Faded tangles blowing: So that everybody knows, Darling, summer's going. There are insects' wings that gleam; Locusts shrilly calling; There are silences that seem Into sadness falling; There is not another rose But the sweet-brier blowing: So that everybody knows, Darling, summer's going. There's the mist that haunts the night Into morning sailing, Leaving filmy webs of light On the grasses trailing; There's the fierce red sun that glows, Through the vapor showing: So that everybody knows, Darling, summer's going. Breathe but softest little sigh. Child, for vanished roses, For each season, going by, Something sweet discloses; And if in your heart has grown Truth to fairer blowing, Summer then will be your own, Spite of summer's going. End of Project Gutenberg's Christmas Carols and Midsummer Songs, by Various