Poetry Archives

Cool! cool! cool!
Cool and sweet
The feel of the moss at my feet!
And sweet and cool
The touch of the wind, of the wind!

Cool wind out of the blue,
At the touch of you
A little wave crinkles and flows
All over me down to my toes.

“Coo-loo! Coo-loo!”
Hear the doves in the tree-tops croon.
“Coo-loo! Coo-loo!”
Love comes soon.

“June! June!”
The veery sings,
Sings and sings,
“June! June!”—
A pretty tune!

Wind with your weight of perfume,
Bring me the bluebells’ bloom!