The Laughers

Mary and Maud have met at the door,

Oh, now for a din; I told you so:

They’re laughing at once with sweet, round mouths,

Laughing for what? does any one know?

Is it known to the bird in the cage,

That he shrieks for joy his high top notes,

After a silence so long and grave—

What started at once those two sweet throats?

Is it known to the Wind that he takes

Advantage at once and comes right in?

Is it known to the cock in the yard,

That crows—the cause of that merry din?

Is it known to the babe that he shouts?

Is it known to the old, purring cat?

Is it known to the dog, that he barks

For joy—what Mary and Maud laugh at?

Is it known to themselves? It is not,

But beware of their great shining eyes;

For Mary and Maud will soon, I swear,

Find a cause to make far merrier cries.