Sarah Roberts Boyle | Poem Lake

The Voice of the Grass

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
        By the dusty roadside,
        On the sunny hillside,
        Close by the noisy brook,
        In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere...
The Voice of the Grass

Here i come creeping, creeping everywhere;
    By the dusty roadside,
    On the sunny hill-side,
    Close by the noisy brook,
    In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
    ...