HAYMAKING.
Reading edition
Many a long hard-working day Life brings us! And many an hour of play; But they never come now together, Playing at work, and working in play, As they came to us children among the hay, In the breath of the warm June weather. Oft, with our little rakes at play, Making believe at making hay. With grave and steadfast endeavor; Caught by an arm, and out of sight Hurled and hidden, and buried light In laughter and hay forever. Now pass the hours of work and play With a step more slow, and the summer’s day Grows short, and more cold the weather. Calm is our work now, quiet our play, We take them apart as best we may, For they come no more together! Dora Greenwell.
