Dora Sigerson Shorter

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine
     Ripe grasses lush and high;
     There’s a reaper on the roadway,
     And a lark hangs in the sky.

     There’s a nest of love enclosing
     Three little beaks that cry;
     The reapers in the meadow
     And a lark hangs in the sky.

     Here’s a mead all full of summer,
     And tragedy goes by
     With a knife amongst the grasses,
     And a song up in the sky.