RILEY FARM-RHYMES

     The orchard lands of Long Ago!
     O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
     The snowy blossoms back to me,
     And all the buds that used to be!
     Blow back along the grassy ways
     Of truant feet, and lift the haze
     Of happy summer from the trees
     That trail their tresses in the seas
     Of grain that float and overflow
     The orchard lands of Long Ago!

     Blow back the melody that slips
     In lazy laughter from the lips
     That marvel much if any kiss
     Is sweeter than the apple's is.
     Blow back the twitter of the birds—
     The lisp, the titter, and