Thomas Miller

The Spring Walk

We had a pleasant walk to-day

Over the meadows and far away,

Across the bridge by the water-mill,

By the woodside and up the hill;

And if you listen to what I say,

I'll tell you what we saw to-day.

Amid a hedge, where the first leaves

Were peeping from their sheathes so sly,

We saw four eggs within a nest,

And they were blue as a summer sky.

An elder branch dipped in the brook;

We wondered why it moved, and found

A silken-haired smooth water-rat

Nibbling, and swimming round and round.

Where daisies open'd to the sun,

In a broad meadow, green and white,

The lambs were racing eagerly—

We never saw a prettier sight.

We saw upon the shady banks

Long rows of golden flowers shine,

And first mistook for buttercups

The star-shaped yellow celandine.

Anemones and primroses,

And the blue violets of spring,

We found, while listening by a hedge

To hear a merry plowman sing.

And from the earth the plow turned up

There came a sweet, refreshing smell,

Such as the lily of the vale

Sends forth from many a woodland dell.

And leaning from the old stone bridge,

Below, we saw our shadows lie;

And through the gloomy arches watched

The swift and fearless swallows fly.

We heard the speckle-breasted lark

As it sang somewhere out of sight,

And tried to find it, but the sky

Was filled with clouds of dazzling light.

We saw young rabbits near the woods

And heard the pheasant's wings go "whir";

And then we saw a squirrel leap

From an old oak tree to a fir.

We came back by the village fields,

A pleasant walk it was across 'em,

For all behind the houses lay

The orchards red and white with blossom.

Were I to tell you all we saw,

I'm sure that it would take me hours;

For the whole landscape was alive

With bees, and birds, and buds, and flowers.