A Meadow Tragedy — Dora Sigerson Shorter

Here's a meadow full of sonshineRipe grasses lush and high;There's a reaper on the roadway,And a lark hangs in the sky.

There's a nest of love enclosingThree little beaks that cry;The reaper's in the meadowAnd a lark hangs in the sky.

Here's a mead all full of summer,And tragedy goes byWith a knife amongst the grasses,And a song up in the sky.