The Skies cant keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills –
The Hills just tell the Orchards –
And they – the Daffodils!
A Bird – by chance – that goes that
way –
Soft overhears the whole –
If I should bribe the little Bird –
Who knows but she would tell?
I think I wont – however –
It′s finer – not to know –
If Summer were an axiom –
What sorcery had snow?
So keep your secret – Father!
I would not – if I could –
Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,
In your new-fashioned world!