From an Old Garden (Cloud)/Honeysuckle

by Virginia Woodward Cloud

Honeysuckle

Yo'ng Mis' Honeysuckle
 runnin' all erbout,
Ef you stop by ter see'er
 you'll shorely fine huh out.
Up en down de lane she go,
 en ober fences, too,—
'Pears lak Mis' Honeysuckle
 ain' enough ter do!
But sweet? . . . Ume . . . Ume!
 Dat sweet she mek you smile
Des lak you was a-watchin'
 de playfulles' chile.
When de win' blow thoo de garden
 so sweet am dat air,
I know 'thout a-lookin'
 Mis' Honeysuckle's dere.