Girl Gladness.

It's holiday time on the hollyhock hills,
And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,
The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills,
Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow.
So, dear come along,
I've a kiss and a song,
And I know where the fairies are forging a gong
To ring up the elves to a festival fair.
Of snippets of sunshine and apples of air.
O laddie, my laddie, quick, run out of school,
And away with a shout and shake or the head;
I'll pick you a pearl from the pigeon-pink pool
Where cuddles and kisses are going to bed,
Away, come away to the lands of the fay;
For the afternoon tinkles your lassie-love's lay.
play truant with Time, and while Age is asleep
I'll give you the heart of my girlhood to keep.

Zora Bernice May Cross