Tree with a Bird in it — Frost and Sandburg Tonight by Edith M. Thomas

FROST AND SANDBURG TONIGHT

Apple green bird on a wooden bough, And the brazen sound of a long, loud row, And "Child, take the train, but mind what you do-- Frost, tonight, and Sandburg too!"

Then I sally forth, half wild, half cowed, Till I come to the surging, impervious crowd, The wine-filled, the temperance, the sober, the pied, The Poets that cover the countryside!

The Poets I never would meet till tonight!

A gleam of their eyes in the fading light, And I took them all in--the enormous throng-- And with one great bound I bolted along.

* * * * * If the garden had merely held birds and flowers!

But I hear a voice--they have talked for hours-- "Frost tonight--" if 'twere merely he!

Half wild, half cowed, I flee, I flee!