In the Meadow
Reading edition
The flowers bow their dainty heads, And see in the shining stream A vision of sky and silver clouds, As bright as a fairy’s dream. The great trees nod their sleepy boughs, The song birds come and go, And all day long, to the waving ferns The south wind whispers low. All day among the blossoms sweet, The laughing sunbeams play, And down the stream, in rose-leaf boats The fairies sail away.