Richard Le Gallienne
I meant to do my work to-day—
But a brown bird sang in the
apple-tree
And a butterfly flitted across
the field,
And all the leaves were
calling me.
And the wind went sighing
over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and
fro,
And a rainbow held out its
shining hand—
So what could I do but
laugh and go?