In Clover.


There is clover, honey-sweet,1
Thick and tangled at our feet ;2
Crimson-spotted lies the field,3
Blood-blotted like a warrior’s shield.4
Yonder poppies, full of scorn,5
Proudly wave above the corn.6
There is music at our feet,7
In the clover, honey-sweet.8
You may track the winds that blow9
Through the cornfields as they go ;10
From the wheat, as from a sea,11
Springs the lark in ecstasy.12
Now the bloom is on the blade,13
In the sun and in the shade.14
There is music at our feet,15
In the clover, honey-sweet.16