. Overheard in a garden. I WATCHED the moon let down her liair In ripples on the loosed each diamond pin with care And stuck it carefullyIn the dark pin-cushion of sky. ^ Ah, now I said, I know the whyAnd wherefore of the stars. I always used to think at night,To see them shine, they were the light Of seraphims I have learned, and none too soon, They are the Hairpins of the A CALENDAE OF DISCONTENT SPRING Too well I know you, Spring, and so restrainMy foolish muse from all such flatterings vainAs mild and gentle — lest I be repaid,Even as Marsyas of old, and flayed,

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. Overheard in a garden. I WATCHED the moon let down her liair In ripples on the loosed each diamond pin with care And stuck it carefullyIn the dark pin-cushion of sky. ^ Ah, now I said, I know the whyAnd wherefore of the stars. I always used to think at night,To see them shine, they were the light Of seraphims I have learned, and none too soon, They are the Hairpins of the A CALENDAE OF DISCONTENT SPRING Too well I know you, Spring, and so restrainMy foolish muse from all such flatterings vainAs mild and gentle — lest I be repaid,Even as Marsyas of old, and flayed,This time by icj^ hail and cutting —I pra}^ your going may be fleet,That soon I may forget and drowse awayMy weariness beneath Dear Summers %. ^ ^/ ri^\ SUMMER Insufferable season of the Sun, When will your endless reign of fire be done ? When will your noisy insect court take flight ? Your orchestra that rests not, —day or night; Your armies with unconquerable stings; When will they flee—what for do they have wings ?How long before brave Autumn, with a shout,Will succor me and put them all to rout ?29

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