32 THE COMING OF SPRING 



going out to see the coming of Spring, met Time 

 o' Year in the lane, and the master on his return 

 from his day among paved ways gratefully ate the 

 trout for his supper, with a sprig of Arbutus in 

 his buttonhole. 



Then at twilight we stood under the Birch's 

 golden shower rejoicing; more precious, this treas- 

 ure, than Hesperus' apples, for no one would dis- 

 pute its possession with us save the bees ! 



