The Skies Can’T Keep Their Secret!

poem 191

The Skies can’t keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills The Hills just tell the Orchards And they the Daffodils! A Bird by chance that goes that way Soft overhears the whole If I should bribe the little Bird Who knows but she would tell? I think I won’t however It’s finer not to know If Summer were an Axiom What sorcery had Snow? So keep your secret Father! I would not if I could, Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do, In your new-fashioned world!