“I meant to do my work today …”

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand–
So what could I do but laugh and go?

                  — Richard Le Gallienne

© Mary Garner-Mitchell. “Buckingham Grasses”