"If one find a four-leaf clover"
(She said, sitting on the grass),
"He can wish whate'er he likes to, --
And that wish shall come to pass." "Do you say so?" Then down kneeling
'Mong the sorrel and cropt grass,
Looked I for a four-leaf clover
And my wish to come to pass. Long I searched among the sorrel,
Close beside me she searched too;
Now and then some commonplaces
Broke the silence, --but it grew. For my heart was full of yearning,
And my mouth of eager words,
But I dared not give them utterance, --
So I hearkened to the birds; And kept looking, looking, looking,
While beside me she looked too, --
Two bent figures in the twilight,
Green hills paling into blue. "Ha! I have one!" "Yes, and wished for?"--
"You! And shall it be?" I cried.
Eyes cast down, she asked demurely,
"Hath the clover not replied?"