Housewife’s Lament

Dishes to wash, floors to sweep,
When I would so much rather keep
A rendezvous with an ivy vine
Out in the golden spring sunshine.

Mocking bird on lofty bough
Calls to me–just hear him now!
But here am I, still dusting chairs
And sweeping cobwebs from the stairs.

Oh, to be as free and gay–
‘Specially on an April day–
As a rippling mountain rill
Or the wildflowers on the hill!

May 7, 1939

Breath of Spring

Of what consists the breath of spring?
Of red of breast and gray of wing
And the first notes that the robins sing;
Of faint green tracery of leaves,
Of pale moonlight while the hoot owl grieves,
And the spell that rippling water weaves;
Of scent of roses in the air
And daffodils so debonair,
Of sun-drenched beauty everywhere;
Cold dew where morning glories cling,
The loveliness a shower can bring–
Of such consists the breath of spring.

March 10, 1940