Mellow, golden sunlight wanes.
Wheat and cornfields, gently swaying,
Whisper low of cooling rains.
Hear the cattle's plaintive lowing,
Calling stragglers toward the fold,
Firefly lanterns gaily flitting
Through the meadow, field and wold.
From the orchard fragrance stealing,
Wooing all to sleep and rest;
Night, the mother, gently folding
Weary children on her breast.
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)