Show ID 411tI C 1 JIraJ Dz t39t > + QIIIIt Robin Redbreasts Valentine A girl and a boy wandered forth Into a fair pleasant garden that looked like fairyland although al-though It was wintry weather Suddenly the girl spoke I wish St Valentine had had the snowdrop Instead of the crocus dedicated to him And as she spoke sho knelt down and raising one of the white drooping flowers she gazed lovIngly lov-ingly at Its pure white petals and at the delicate green tracery of the leaves of Its Inner cup Ah said she what have you been waiting for so long Under the now under the snow With your Ivory heads nil bending low How many secrete you must know The boy looked at her wonderingly How can the flowers know anything he asked Everything knows something returned Leila dreamily but the flowers are dumb and cannot tell ono their thoughtsonly their beauty speaks and their fragrance breathes sweet thoughts Into ones heart that one tries to put into words nut that Is almost Impossible Of course It Is answered her companion Now It is quite different with the birds they can make themselves understood They sing songs of thanksgiving and their note of Joy or mourning Is easy to tell They scold and chatter chat-ter as tho jackdaw and rod or screech like the owl or sing a serenade as the nightingale And one of them speaks even more clearly for when he cries cuckoo cuckoo wo know that the summer sum-mer Is coming No wonder St Valentine cared for the birds and you see that they are all fluttering flut-tering out and singing a Joyful song in honor of his birthday Yes said Lelia softly The birds In spring Sweet chorus sing To good St Valentine See there are two sitting on a bough whispering whis-pering to each other of the spring and summer days and all that Is going to happen where they shall llvo and how they shall build their nests And there are two more flying toward them and two more always In pairs Ah that Is because 8tt3stB9E3ttas iJ 91 r hlat GD on Valentines day each bird chooses Its mate Of course answered the boy And the snowdrops are nodding their heads as If they were keeping time to the birds song continued Leila Doubtless they have been waiting to do honor to St Valentine They have bEen lying patiently under the snow and now that the warmer day has come they are saying We belong to the wreath that tho flowers weave for Valentines day |