Classic Poem

What wonder that I should be dreaming
Out here in the garden to-day?
The light through the leaves is streaming,—
Paulina cries, “Play!”

The birds to each other are calling
The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet;
To Teddy's dismay, comes falling
The ball at my feet.

“Your stroke should be over not under!”
But that's such a difficult way!
The place is a springtide wonder
Of lilac and may;

Of lilac, and may, and laburnum,
Of blossom,—“We're losing the set!
Those volleys of Jenny's,—return them;
Stand close to the net!”


You are so fond of the Maytime,
My friend, far away;
Small wonder that I should be dreaming
Of you in the garden to-day.