INVITATION

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?

                                     --Miriam Teichner