Please come and spend a fortnight:
I've ordered you a moon,
I've ordered you a cooling breeze
To blow at burning noon.
I've ordered you a Milky Way,
At sunset and a storm
To sorcer skies all soothing-grey
If it should grow too warm.
I've ordered you a lace-edged surf,
A phoebe and a thrush,
A magic ring of emerald turf,
A holy evening hush.
I've ordered morning-glory vine
To trumpet round the gate,
Nasturtium, phlox and columbine
Upon your wish to wait.
I've ordered berries growing lush
By every woodland trail.
I've ordered rambler-rose to blush,
I've told a shy, brown quail
To call "Bob-White!" so clear and sweet
Tha t you will dream, perchance,
'Tis Pan, who's stealing, sly and fleet,
To join some elfin dance.
I'v~ ordered plush-embroidered bees
To lull you with their hum. . .
So - answer promptly, if you please:
When may I know you'll come?