Robins in the tree-top, br Blossoms in the grass, br Green things a-growing br Everywhere you pass; br Sudden little breezes, br Showers of silver dew, br Black bough and bent twig br Budding out anew; br Pine-tree and willow-tree, br Fringed elm and larch,— br Don’t you think that May-time’s br Pleasanter than March? br br Apples in the orchard br Mellowing one by one; br Strawberries upturning br Soft cheeks to the sun; br br Roses faint with sweetness, br Lilies fair of face, br Drowsy scents and murmurs br Haunting every place; br Lengths of golden sunshine, br Moonlight bright as day,— br Don’t you think that summer’s br Pleasanter than May? br br Roger in the corn-patch br Whistling negro songs; br Pussy by the hearth-side br Romping with the tongs; br Chestnuts in the ashes br Bursting through the rind; br Red leaf and gold leaf br Rustling down the wind; br Mother “doin’ peaches” br All the afternoon,— br Don’t you think that autumn’s br Pleasanter than June? br br Little fairy snow-flakes br Dancing in the flue; br Old Mr.