Poems by Josephine Preston Peabody

Brook, of the listening grass,

I

Unto my Gladness then I cried:

Lord of the Sea, we sun-filled creatures raise

'Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief, Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief.'

Oh, who will hush that cry outside the doors,

Beautiful Mother, I have toiled all day;

The winds are lashing on the sea;

All through the summer night, down the long lane in flower,

Yes, Nightingale, through all the summer-time

All day long he kept the sheep:--

I

I

Light, light,--the last: