May 15 to 31

The Spoiler

When I put out my thought to grass

Among the horses, sheep and cows,

And let them run with squirrels, when

They raise a storm in leafy boughs;

When I had dreams of pools and lakes,

The Earth’s bright eyes that never close-

There came a man to fill my mind

With all about our dry old laws.

To spoil my dreams of little buds

That smile in March’s troubled face;

Of woodnuts, mostly born in twins,

Among the leaves that interlace;

Of babies wearing on each wrist

Bracelets of fat; and toddlers small,

That work their arms, like wings, to fly-

The moment they begin to fall!