THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
53 
Who asks for so little from earth or sky 
As the leaves we never hear sigh? 
Their gentle askings are mingled sweet re¬ 
frain 
We hear for the crystal drops of rain; 
Until Autumn, enrobed in all her glory is 
here, 
And winds chill the air and grass become sere, 
Gracefully, timely they let go, 
Drifting far and wide before sleeping beneath 
the snow. 
