I The Mellow Smell Of Hollyhocks And Marigolds And Pinks And Phlox Blends With The Homely Garden Scents Of Onions, Silvering Into Rods; Of Peppers, Scarlet With Their Pods; And (Rose Of All The Esculents) Of Broad Plebeian Cabbages, Breathing Content And Corpulent Ease. Ii The Buzz Of Wasp And Fly Makes Hot The Spaces Of The Garden-Plot; And From The Orchard, - Where The Fruit Ripens And Rounds, Or, Loosed With Heat, Rolls, Hornet-Clung, Before The Feet, - One Hears The Veery'S Golden Flute, That Mixes With The Sleepy Hum Of Bees That Drowsily Go And Come. Iii The Podded Musk Of Gourd And Vine Embower A Gate Of Roughest Pine, That Leads Into A Wood Where Day Sits, Leaning O'Er A Forest Pool, Watching The Lilies Opening Cool, And Dragonflies At Airy Play, While, Dim And Near, The Quietness Rustles And Stirs Her Leafy Dress. Iv Far-Off A Cowbell Clangs Awake The Noon Who Slumbers In The Brake: And Now A Pewee, Plaintively, Whistles The Day To Sleep Again: A Rain-Crow Croaks A Rune For Rain, And From The Ripest Apple Tree A Great Gold Apple Thuds, Where, Slow, The Red Cock Curves His Neck To Crow. V Hens Cluck Their Broods From Place To Place, While Clinking Home, With Chain And Trace, The Cart-Horse Plods Along The Road Where Afternoon Sits With His Dreams: Hot Fragrance Of Hay-Making Streams Above Him, And A High-Heaped Load Goes Creaking By And With It, Sweet, The Aromatic Soul Of Heat. Vi "Coo-Ee! Coo-Ee!" The Evenfall Cries, And The Hills Repeat The Call: "Coo-Ee! Coo-Ee!" And By The Log Labor Unharnesses His Plow, While To The Barn Comes Cow On Cow: "Coo-Ee! Coo-Ee!" - And, With His Dog, Barefooted Boyhood Down The Lane "Coo-Ees" The Cattle Home Again.