10/19/2026
I meant to do my work to-day,—
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?
— Richard Le Gallienne, This poem was published in his 1915 collection Vanishing Roads and Other Essays
