Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman


 

MARCH


 

Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,
    The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,
    The shout of children dins upon mine ear
Shrilly, and like a flight of silvery arrows
Showers the sweet gossip of the British sparrows,                      5
    Gathered in noisy knots of one or two,
    To joke and chatter just as mortals do
Over the days long tale of joys and sorrows;

Talk before bed-time of bold deeds together,
Of thefts and fights, of hard-times and the weather,                   10
    Till sleep disarm them, to each little brain
        Bringing tucked wings and many a blissful dream,
        Visions of wind and sun, of field and stream,
    And busy barn-yards with their scattered grain.