I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm some accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though�

I thought if I could only live
Till that first Shout got by�
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me�

I dared not meet the Daffodils�
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own�

I wished the Grass would hurry�
So�when 'twas time to see�
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch�to look at me�

I could not bear the Bees should come,
I wished they'd stay away
In those dim countries where they go,
What word had they, for me?

They're here, though; not a creature failed�
No Blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me�
The Queen of Calvary�

Each one salutes me, as he goes,
And I, my childish Plumes,
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement
Of their unthinking Drums�