What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day? The light through the leaves is streaming,-- Paulina cries, "Play!" The birds to each other are calling, The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet; To Teddy's dismay, comes falling The ball at my feet. "Your stroke should be over, not under!" "But that's such a difficult way!" The place is a springtide wonder Of lilac and may; Of lilac, and may, and laburnum, Of blossom,--We're losing the set! "Those volleys of Jenny's,--return them; "Stand close to the net!" * * * * * * * You are so fond of the Maytime, My friend, far away; Small wonder that I should be dreaming Of you in the garden to-day.