When buckets shine 'gainst maple trees And drop by drop the sap doth flow, When days are warm, but nights do freeze, And deep in woods lie drifts of snow, When cattle low and fret in stall, Then morning brings the phoebe's call, "Phoebe, Phoebe, phoebe," a cheery note, While cackling hens make such a rout. When snow banks run, and hills are bare, And early bees hum round the hive, When woodchucks creep from out their lair Right glad to find themselves alive, When sheep go nibbling through the fields, Then Phoebe oft her name reveals, "Phoebe, Phoebe, phoebe," a plaintive cry, While jacksnipes call in morning sky. When wild ducks quack in creek and pond And bluebirds perch on mullein-stalks, When spring has burst her icy bond And in brown fields the sleek crow walks, When chipmunks court in roadside walls, Then phoebe from the ridge-board calls, "Phoebe, Phoebe, phoebe," and lifts her cap, While smoking Dick doth boil the sap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST AN ECHO FROM WILLOW-WOOD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IDYLL 2. EROS AND THE FOWLER by BION THE LEADERS by LOUISE E. V. BOYD AUNT DOROTHY'S LECTURE by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE PEOPLE by TOMASSO CAMPANELLA |