| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Tree Toad | | By Orrick Johns |
| | From “Country Rhymes”
A TINY bell the tree toad has, | |
| I wonder if he knows | |
| The charm it is to hear him | |
| Ringing as he goes. | |
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| He can’t have gone the journeys | 5 |
| He tells me to go on, | |
| Here in the darkness | |
| Of the cool, cropped lawn. | |
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| He cannot know the thrill | |
| Of the soft spring wind, | 10 |
| Or the wonder, when you walk, | |
| What will come behind. | |
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| He hasn’t seen the places | |
| I’d break my heart to win, | |
| Nor heard the city calling | 15 |
| When the cold comes in. | |
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| He sings away contented, | |
| And doesn’t leave his tree, | |
| But he sets my blood a-going | |
| Where his song will never be. | 20 | | | |
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