WAIT for me! Wait for me! I am coming!
A bramble caught me and tumbled me down;
I heard a little wild bee’s hot humming
Close in the clover’s pink and brown.
I saw a bobolink toss and tipple
Over a waft of strawberry scent;
I saw a cloud like a long fish ripple
Over the moon’s chip, blurred and bent.
Dragon-flies bluer than flax amazed me;
Drowned in daisies I lost the hours;
Wind from a hundred hilltops dazed me,
Dappled with light wings, laced with flowers.
But wait for me! Wait for me! I am coming
Home to the little house in the town.
Twilight muffles the wild bee’s humming.
And you — you know where my heart lies down.