WISHES

I wish that the grasses would learn to sprout, That the lilac and rose-bush would both leaf out; That the crocus would put on her gay green frill, And robins begin to whistle and trill! I wish that the wind-flower would grope its way Out of the darkness into the day; That the rain would fall and the sun would shine, And the rainbow hang in the sky for a sign. I wish that the silent brooks would shout, And the apple-blossoms begin to pout; And if I wish long enough, no doubt The fairy Spring will bring it about!