{sunday} J.R. Metcalf ~ Mums

{sunday} J.R. Metcalf ~ Mums

Sunshine and shadow play amid the treesIn bosky groves, while from the vivid skyThe sun’s gold arrows fleck the fields at noon,       Where weary cattle to their slumber hie.How sweet the music of the purling rill, Trickling adown the grassy hill! While dreamy fancies...