Waiting for a Winter's Tale

              ,^,;   A   WISTKR'S   T.\l
WAITING A WINTER'S TALE. By Mrs. Sai.lie M. B. Piatt.
SOMEsweet tilings go just to make room forotliers : The blue field-blossom hurries from the dew ( My little maiden, hush your noisy brothers) ."Vnd see, the wild-rose reddens where it grew I
Ihe green leaf fades that you may see the yellow;
We have the honey when we miss the bee; Who wants the apples, scarlet-stained and mellow,
Must give the buds upon his orchard-tree ;
for those finely painted birds that follow The butterflies (you coutd n.n catch) »
sun about and scent their songs with flowers, rhan anything that we ha\-e left in .
.ve, when frosts are sharp and rains beat hollow, But these slilt-flying shape* oJ miow a
se pretty, gray cnimb-gathering pets of outs; I fancy, tha.. the ver* lilies ..-r,-