A Song of Clover

WONDER what the Clover thinks, Intimate friend of Bob-o' -links, Lover of Daisies slim and white, Waltzer with Buttercups at night ; Keeper of Inn for travelling Bees, Serving to them wine-dregs and lees, Left by the Royal Humming Birds, Who sip and pay with fine-spun words; A STORM Fellow with all the lowliest, Peer of the gayest and the best; Comrade of winds, beloved of sun, Kissed by the Dew-drops one by one; Prophet of Good-luck mystery By sign of four which few may see; Symbol of Nature's magic zone; One out of three, and three in one; Emblem of comfort in the speech Which poor men's babies early reach; Sweet by the roadsides, sweet by rills, Sweet in the meadows, sweet on hills, Sweet in its white, sweet in its redOh, half its sweetness cannot be said;- Sweet in its every living breath. Sweetest, perhaps, at last indeath! Oh, whoknows what the Clover thinks ? No one! unless the Bob-o' -links !