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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Rhymes of a child's world</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0;'>a book of verse for children</p> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Miriam Clark Potter</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Illustrator: Ruth Fuller Stevens</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: June 29, 2021 [eBook #65722]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RHYMES OF A CHILD'S WORLD ***</div> -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" height="500" alt="[Image -of the book-cover is unavailable.]" /> -</div> - -<p class="c">RHYMES OF A CHILD’S WORLD</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1">{1}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2">{2}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 389px;"> -<a href="images/frontis.jpg"> -<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="389" height="600" alt="[Image -unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/title.jpg"> -<img src="images/title.jpg" -height="550" -alt="[Image -unavailable.]" -/></a></div> - -<h1> -RHYMES<br /> -<i>of a</i><br /> -CHILD’S WORLD</h1> - -<p class="c">A Book <i>of</i> Verse <i>for</i> Children<br /> -<br /> -By<br /> -MIRIAM CLARK POTTER<br /> -With Illustrations by<br /> -Ruth Fuller Stevens<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -Boston<br /> -THE FOUR SEAS COMPANY<br /> -Publishers<br /> -<br /> - -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span><br /><br /><br /> -<i>Copyright, 1920, by</i><br /> -THE FOUR SEAS COMPANY<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -The Four Seas Press<br /> -Boston, Mass., U. S. A.<br /></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanzaspc"> -<span class="i0">TO MY MOTHER AND FATHER<br /></span> -<span class="i2">WHO ALWAYS HAD TIME<br /></span> -<span class="i0">TO WAIVE GROWN-UP MATTERS<br /></span> -<span class="i2">AND READ A SMALL RHYME:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanzaspc"> -<span class="i0">WHOSE HEARTS EVER HELD<br /></span> -<span class="i2">THROUGH THE FLIGHT OF THE YEARS<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A SOFT UNDERSTANDING<br /></span> -<span class="i2">OF SMALL JOYS AND TEARS.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span> </p> - -<p>We wish to acknowledge with thanks the permission of “The Youth’s -Companion,” “St. Nicholas,” “Little Folks,” and Congregational -Publishing Society for such of these rhymes as have appeared in their -publications.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><th colspan="2">IN THE HOUSE</th></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt">Page</td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MY_DEAREST_IS_A_LADY">My Dearest is a Lady</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#BUBBLES">Bubbles</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_GROWN-UP_WORLD">The Grown-up World</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#TEA_TIME">Tea Time</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#UMBRELLAS">Umbrellas</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_MARCH_WIND">The March Wind</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_TIPTOES">The Tiptoes</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#RAIN-ON-THE-ROOF">Rain-on-the-Roof</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#PRINCESS_FIRE">Princess Fire</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_27">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_DOLLS">The Dolls</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#BREAD_AND_BUTTER">Bread and Butter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_COMPANY_MAN">The Company Man</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_31">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_NEW_SLIPPERS">The New Slippers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_32">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LIGHTHOUSE_LAMP">The Lighthouse Lamp</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_33">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#SISTER_MARTHA">Sister Martha</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_PLAINT">A Plaint</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_FAT_LITTLE_CLOUD">The Fat Little Cloud</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_37">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LOOKING_GLASS">The Looking Glass</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MUFFINS">Muffins</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THANKSGIVING_KITCHEN_SONG">Thanksgiving Kitchen Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#CRACKER_SHIPS">Cracker Ships</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_CANDLE_TREE">The Candle Tree</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_RUG_FROM_PERSIA">The Little Rug From Persia</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#DUTCH_KATRINA">Dutch Katrina</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><th colspan="2">OUTDOORS AT PLAY<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span></th></tr> - -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_CHILDREN_OF_THE_WIND">The Children of the Wind</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_51">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_SOLEMN_FROG">The Solemn Frog</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_52">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#SUMMER_WEATHER">Summer Weather</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_WARNING">A Warning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_MOON_IN_THE_POOL">The Moon in the Pool</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_55">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_FLYING_HOURS">The Flying Hours</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_COMMON_THINGS">The Common Things</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_HEN">The Hen</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#BLUNDERING_BENJAMIN_BUMBLE_BEE">Blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_TWO_LITTLE_FLOCKS">The Two Little Flocks</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_62">62</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#TO_THE_LITTLE_GIRL_NEXT_DOOR">To the Little Girl Next Door</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_64">64</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_RIDE_TO_TOWN">The Ride to Town</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_65">65</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_SWANS">The Swans</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_67">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#ROADS">Roads</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_69">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_CUDDLE-DE-WEES">The Cuddle-de-wees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_71">71</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_HIGHEST_HILL_IN_HAPPY_TOWN">The Highest Hill in Happytown</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_72">72</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_LIKENESS">A Likeness</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_75">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#HAY_COCKS">Hay Cocks</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_76">76</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MAY">May</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_77">77</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_WINDMILL_COUNTRY">The Windmill Country</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_78">78</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_OWL">The Owl</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_79">79</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_CLOUD_IN_THE_GARDEN">The Cloud in the Garden</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_80">80</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#RUNAWAY_RIVER">Runaway River</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_82">82</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_JACK_OLANTERN">The Jack o’ Lantern</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_84">84</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_MAD_MARCH_HARE">The Mad March Hare</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_86">86</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_WATER_CHILD">The Water Child</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_88">88</a></td></tr> -<tr><th colspan="2">TWILIGHT SONGS<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span></th></tr> - -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#TWILIGHT_TOWN">Twilight Town</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_91">91</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LUCKY_LITTLE_STAR">The Lucky Little Star</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_92">92</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_FLOCK_OF_DREAMS">The Flock of Dreams</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_94">94</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#HOW_SLEEP_WAS_MADE">How Sleep Was Made</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_95">95</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_TWO_GOWNS">The Two Gowns</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_97">97</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_TWILIGHT_MAN">The Twilight Man</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_99">99</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_DREAM-SHIP">The Dream Ship</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_100">100</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_PRAYER_AT_EVENING">A Prayer at Evening</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_101">101</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_WILLOW_TREE">The Willow Tree</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_102">102</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_FAIRYS_NAME_WAS_WHISPER">The Fairy’s Name was Whisper</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_104">104</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#FIRE-FLIES">Fire Flies</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_106">106</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LADY_NIGHT">The Lady Night</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_107">107</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_MARCH_OF_THE_SHADOWS">The March of the Shadows</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_108">108</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_STAR-LIGHTER">The Star-Lighter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_109">109</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_BALLAD_OF_THREE">A Ballad of Three</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_111">111</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_STAR-SHIPS">The Star Ships</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_113">113</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_YELLOW_CITY_LIGHTS">The Yellow City Lights</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_114">114</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_PILOT_WIND">The Pilot Wind</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_115">115</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#ROCKING_SONG">Rocking Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_117">117</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_LAUGHTER-MILL">The Laughter Mill</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_119">119</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LITTLE_SISTER_OF_THE_MOON">Little Sister of the Moon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_121">121</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_SANDMANS_WIFE">The Sandman’s Wife</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_123">123</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#DREAMS_FOR_THREE">Dreams for Three</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_126">126</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LADY_MOTHER">Lady Mother</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_127">127</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_ROAD_TO_GLAD_TOMORROW">The Road to Glad Tomorrow</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_128">128</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><i><span class="letra">’T</span>IS a world of wonderful things,</i><br /></span> -<span class="ih"><i>Of wind and water and wings</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And the tiniest bird</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That ever was heard</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of God and His goodness sings;</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>So be glad, little child, and say</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>“Mine is a wonderful way;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>They all are for me,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The flower and the tree,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Love, and the light of day.”</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHILD_INDOORS_AT_PLAY" id="THE_CHILD_INDOORS_AT_PLAY"></a> -<a href="images/image011.jpg"> -<img src="images/image011.jpg" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br /> -THE CHILD INDOORS AT PLAY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the house I walk around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over shining floors.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasant things to do are found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the snug<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indoors.<br /></span> -<p class="c"><small>Ruth Fuller Stevens 1918</small></p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;"> -<a href="images/image012.jpg"> -<img src="images/image012.jpg" height="289" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span> </p> - -<h2><a name="MY_DEAREST_IS_A_LADY" id="MY_DEAREST_IS_A_LADY"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image013.jpg"> -<img src="images/image013.jpg" width="596" height="359" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />MY DEAREST IS A LADY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My dearest is a lady, and she wears a gown of blue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sits beside the window, where the yellow sun comes through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light is shining on her hair, and all the while she sews<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sings a song about a knight—a brave, good knight she knows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My dearest is a lady,—and O, I love her well!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I’m the knight in armor—a shield and sword I wear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="BUBBLES" id="BUBBLES"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image014.jpg"> -<img src="images/image014.jpg" width="612" height="352" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />BUBBLES</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Misty balls of rainbow stuff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailing in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have watched them as they grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slowly, one by one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers they are that bud and blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shining spheres of light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our eager hands would grasp them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before they burst from sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little brother, come and see!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here’s a pretty thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glowing like a fairy lamp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Floating like a wing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Magic colors gleam and go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a glad surprise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you reach the jewels there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Li<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span>ttle Wonder-Eyes?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 584px;"> -<a href="images/image015.jpg"> -<img src="images/image015.jpg" width="584" height="191" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little boy from ’cross-the-street, -<img src="images/image015a.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="25" -alt="" /> -<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Very straight and proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blows the biggest one of all, -<img src="images/image015b.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="58" -alt="" /><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rosy as a cloud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up it rises like a bird, -<img src="images/image015c.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="68" -alt="" /><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trembles in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shines with all its soul for us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then is gone nowhere. -<img src="images/image015d.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="38" -alt="" /><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sky has sent her sweetest blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dawn has sent her rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">River sends her laughter-lights,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t you just suppose?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Day has given clearness,— -<img src="images/image015e.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="21" -alt="" /><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night has lent a star,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only happy children<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know what bubbles are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little boy from ’cross-the-street, -<img src="images/image015f.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="32" -alt="" /><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little Let-Me-Too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinks they’re made of undreamed dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glassed in morning dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just perhaps they’re made of that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are glad they stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For even little breathless whiles, -<img src="images/image015g.jpg" - class="imgrt" -width="58" -alt="161" /><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span>fore they melt away.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_GROWN-UP_WORLD" id="THE_GROWN-UP_WORLD"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image016.jpg"> -<img src="images/image016.jpg" width="603" height="546" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />THE GROWN-UP WORLD</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Grown-Up World, where I live and play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall I really belong in you, world, some day?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chairs are so tall, it is hard to climb u<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span>p,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So heavy to hold is a grown person’s cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The door-knobs are high, very high, I must stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the tips of my toes when I put up my hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The grown people sing as they pass in and out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And things seem just right, as they journey about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They light the high lamps, and they read the big books<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they smile down upon me, with far-away looks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But soon I’ll be older, and then I’ll be tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’ll wind the old clock, where it stands in the hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll sit down in chairs like my great-aunt Marie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lift the big pot when it comes with the tea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grown-Up World, where I live and play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall I really<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span> belong in you, world, some day?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;"> -<a href="images/image017.jpg"> -<img src="images/image017.jpg" width="517" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TEA_TIME" id="TEA_TIME"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image018.jpg"> -<img src="images/image018.jpg" width="591" height="281" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />TEA TIME</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tea bell rings with a merry sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tea is ready at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down from the hall, where we played at cars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We come on the Very-Fast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are the muffins we hoped would be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the plates of honey and cheese.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We may have milk in our little blue jugs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as ever we please.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, we were hungry up in the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hungry as children can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Often we called from the stairs to ask:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When is it time for tea?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The candles shine with a yellow light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our shadow<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span>s are big on the wall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out in the dark the wind rides past<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a “Happy good-night!” to all.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 188px;"> -<a href="images/image019.jpg"> -<img src="images/image019.jpg" width="188" height="134" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="UMBRELLAS" id="UMBRELLAS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image020a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image020a.jpg" width="245" height="101" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />UMBRELLAS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">People on a rainy day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look like mushrooms, strange to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their round umbrella tops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gleam among the falling drops;<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little mushrooms grow in clumps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the feet of mossy stumps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large ones wander up and down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the streets of Rainy-town.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 585px;"> -<a href="images/image020b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image020b.jpg" width="585" height="275" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MARCH_WIND" id="THE_MARCH_WIND"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image021.jpg"> -<img src="images/image021.jpg" width="588" height="242" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />THE MARCH WIND</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lion wind comes rushing in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From jungle lands of sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the lamps along the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fairly blinds with snow and sleet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And goes a-rushing by;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bold March wind, the cold March wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who makes the tree-tops fly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He stole a pillow from a line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rolled it, all the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Perkins Street to Market Square<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With giant paws at play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The queer March wind, the drear March wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who takes my breath away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The other night, at dinner-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When cook went to the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To get the frozen pudding in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas spilled upon the floor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gruff March wind, the rough March wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had played the trick, she swore.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But just last night, when all was dark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I raised the window wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fasten in a flapping cord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That kept the curtain tied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great March wind rushed through the room;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I promise Spring!” he cried.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 598px;"> -<a href="images/image022.jpg"> -<img src="images/image022.jpg" width="598" height="176" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_TIPTOES" id="THE_TIPTOES"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image023.jpg"> -<img src="images/image023.jpg" width="578" height="177" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />THE TIPTOES</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tiny little Tiptoes, from the Land of Wonder-Where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk all around our houses, and we never know they’re there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They climb the chairs and tables, and they hang upon the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wind the clock, and ride the cat, and slide upon the floor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They come to see the baby bathed, and stand, all in a row,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the edge of Little Tub, and lean to watch the show;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They clap their hands at every splash; and then away they fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see what cook is making, and dance upon the pie.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;"> -<a href="images/image024.jpg"> -<img src="images/image024.jpg" width="480" height="128" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At night, when lamps are lighted, they hurry all about<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Like owls, they see much better when the moon and stars are out;)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gather round the fireplace, to hear the fam’ly talk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span>d walk upon the mantle; but you never <i>hear</i> them walk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The things they do are dangerous; I’m sure you’re thinking that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might be drowned in Bath-Tub, or eaten by the cat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But their little hands are careful, and their footsteps soft as breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at a sudden rattle they are frightened half to death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Now, did you ever hear, at dusk, with no one in the room,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wicker chair go snappy-snap, like bristles in a broom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well, then you may be certain, so the Really-Trulies say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a Tiptoe slipped and tumbled, and is running fast away.)<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="RAIN-ON-THE-ROOF" id="RAIN-ON-THE-ROOF"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image025.jpg"> -<img src="images/image025.jpg" width="585" height="136" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />RAIN-ON-THE-ROOF</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain upon the roof in the garret; little fingers knocking on the pane;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A fairy voice is calling in the splashing and the falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I am the rain—the rain!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shadows, shadows, shadows, in the corner by the eaves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span>t against the windows lie the little faded leaves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain upon the roof in the garret; play we are a pirate crew at sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Play the old oak chest, in the veil of cobwebs dressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a leaking, creaking ship, the “Stinging Bee”;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Play the broken cradle, where our pile of play-things lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is an island full of treasure, where we’ll anchor by and by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain upon the roof in the garret; shadows, dust, and cobwebs all around;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We know the game to play, on a dark and blowy day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we launch the “Stinging Bee” without a sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a pilot at the spinning wheel, we’ll land, at the break of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On lonely Cradle Island, and steal all the things away.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> -<a href="images/image026.jpg"> -<img src="images/image026.jpg" width="350" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PRINCESS_FIRE" id="PRINCESS_FIRE"></a><br /> -<br />PRINCESS FIRE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gray fog folds the houses round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rain falls from the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the house, all snug and warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are Princess Fire and I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wears a gown of changing red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while she sings to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She dances gayly to and fro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With laughing witchery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, weary, weary, weary wheels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slow turning in the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, lamps that burn so bravely there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the mist and sleet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, great bleak win<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span>d from northern lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beats against the pane—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To your cold realms I banish you;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To darkness and the rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the hearthstone here within<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruddy comfort gleams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Princess Fire her province rules,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The while her subject dreams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here are warmth, and cheer, and light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here no need to sigh;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lover and his lady bright—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good Princess Fire and I.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 187px;"> -<a href="images/image027.jpg"> -<img src="images/image027.jpg" width="187" height="161" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DOLLS" id="THE_DOLLS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image028.jpg"> -<img src="images/image028.jpg" width="576" height="164" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />THE DOLLS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I take them up at morning, and I put them down at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The large one, and the small one, and the rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The one that came from London-town, the one from bright Japan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pretty Paris lady with the fluffy feather fan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the weary, dreary one I love the best;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I take them up<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span> with smiling, and I put them down with sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I smooth their hair with loving and with pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I put them in the cradle, at the paling of the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sing my very softest at their side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, a boy may have a fife and gun, a boy may have a drum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boy may have a helmet with a plume;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a boy may go a-marching all around the house with shouts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And set the echoes ringing in a room;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But dolls were made for girls, I guess, and here before the fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I rock them, rock them, rock them to their rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The one that came from London-town, the one from bright Japan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pretty Paris lady with the fluffy feather fan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nodding one that shuts its eyes as sleepy babies can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the weary, dreary one I love the best.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 463px;"> -<a href="images/image029.jpg"> -<img src="images/image029.jpg" width="463" height="158" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="BREAD_AND_BUTTER" id="BREAD_AND_BUTTER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image030.jpg"> -<img src="images/image030.jpg" width="462" height="101" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />BREAD AND BUTTER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I come in hungry from my play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ask for things to eat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And think of all the cake we’ve got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So plummy and so sweet;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But very gently, mother says,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There’s butter, and there’s bread;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smiles at me; my hunger leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sigh, and shake my head;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I had only wished for cake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So plummy, and so sweet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I go back to play again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a thing to eat.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_COMPANY_MAN" id="THE_COMPANY_MAN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image031.jpg"> -<img src="images/image031.jpg" width="592" height="254" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE COMPANY MAN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sometimes the company man is wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sometimes he’s high and thin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But always he smiles, in the parlor there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When brother and I come in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looks down at us in a grown-up way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With—“How are you children, my dears, today?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then out to the table we go like a march,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mother-our-dear in the lead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the company man sits down with smiles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eats very much indeed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We try to be quiet, as good as we can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we stare all the time at the company man.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_NEW_SLIPPERS" id="THE_NEW_SLIPPERS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image032.jpg"> -<img src="images/image032.jpg" width="569" height="142" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE NEW SLIPPERS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sister Alice has some slippers that are really very new,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She’s had them from the shoe-shop for just a day or two;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are very, very shiny, of a leather smooth and sleek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ribbon bows to tie them;—but goodness, how they squeak!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And early in the morning they come squeaking down the stairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They squeak across the polished floor to come to fam’ly prayers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then out along the garden walk, where morning winds are cool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when ’tis time for lessons, they go<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span> squeaking off to school.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when the shine is worn away, and when the soles are through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the little slippers are old instead of new,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The squeak will go away from them, and in the house and out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’ll only make a thumping sound, as Alice walks about.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LIGHTHOUSE_LAMP" id="THE_LIGHTHOUSE_LAMP"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image033.jpg"> -<img src="images/image033.jpg" width="592" height="147" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE LIGHTHOUSE LAMP</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When at night I draw the curtain, and look out upon the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I watch the yellow lighthouse lamp, flash out “One, two and three”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calling, “Here are reefs to wreck you!” and “Good sailorman, take care!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An island here with rocky shores, beware, seafolk, beware!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis I, the lonely lighthouse lamp, that calls you on the deep.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I glow when fog is thick and cold, when daylight is asleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watch close! Ride sure! Take heart again! Keep safely out to sea!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I send my warning out to you, my friendly warning out to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I flash, ‘One, two and three!’”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When morning comes to wake me, and I look across the bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lighthouse lamp is fast asleep, all in the light of day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tall, white tower is holding it. It keeps it safely high.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gray gulls circle round it, and “We bring you dreams!” they cry.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dreams of the high, white stars at night, dreams of the rocking sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dreams of the ships that listen when you call, ‘One, two and three!’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more than all of these again, are dreams to fill your sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the homes of sailormen, the waiting homes of sailormen,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Whose happiness you keep.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 115px;"> -<a href="images/image034.jpg"> -<img src="images/image034.jpg" width="115" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;"> -<a href="images/facing034.jpg"> -<img src="images/facing034.jpg" width="423" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SISTER_MARTHA" id="SISTER_MARTHA"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image035.jpg"> -<img src="images/image035.jpg" width="592" height="177" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />SISTER MARTHA</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sister Martha said to me: “Tie your hair with bows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, the way it flies about, when the least wind blows!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sister Martha fluttered by, in her primrose gown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She’s the very neatest girl, people say, in town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Green and gold the garden lay, set with summer flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetly pink and white they grew, fresh from morning showers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Martha took he<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span>r sewing there; underneath the tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quiet in the shade she sat, sewing daintily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just perhaps when I am old, old as Martha looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will sew on lacy clothes, read love-story books;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, behind the goblin bush, where I cannot show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ruffle up my windy hair, and <i>pity</i> Martha so!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_PLAINT" id="A_PLAINT"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image036a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image036a.jpg" width="590" height="120" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A PLAINT</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I have grown a yard or so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll be a pirate, that I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And capture on the stormy sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ships full of coffee and of tea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For it is quite a shame, I think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When such good things are had to drink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That only grown folks get a cup;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How glad I’ll be when I grow up!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 209px;"> -<a href="images/image036b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image036b.jpg" width="209" height="311" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_FAT_LITTLE_CLOUD" id="THE_FAT_LITTLE_CLOUD"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image037a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image037a.jpg" width="539" height="139" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE FAT LITTLE CLOUD</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little Eldora made some bread, -<img src="images/image037b-1.jpg" -width="35" -alt="" -/> -<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And set it to rise in a pan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After a while it began to grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As only good bread-dough can.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then little Eldora went to town -<img src="images/image037b-2.jpg" -width="60" -alt="" -/><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stayed there most of the day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While she was gone the bread got up—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the pan and away<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When she got back it was floating up -<img src="images/image037b-3.jpg" -width="60" -alt="" -/><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the door, and high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rose and rose, till at last it made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fat little cloud in the sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 505px;"> -<a href="images/image037c.jpg"> -<img src="images/image037c.jpg" width="505" height="109" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LOOKING_GLASS" id="THE_LOOKING_GLASS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image038.jpg"> -<img src="images/image038.jpg" width="606" height="271" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE LOOKING GLASS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far behind the looking glass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I should like to go and pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking near and far;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Magic things it shows to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things as like as like can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the things that are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hanging in the quiet hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">True it shows upon the wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Window, clock and stair;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sometimes roses in a vase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes mother in her lace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in picture there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once, before the lights were lit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft the smooth glass mirrored it,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Evening’s rosy moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Slow it slip<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span>ped from past a tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone a little while for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then was gone so soon.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 202px;"> -<a href="images/image039.jpg"> -<img src="images/image039.jpg" width="202" height="303" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MUFFINS" id="MUFFINS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image040a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image040a.jpg" width="612" height="298" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />MUFFINS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Molly tied her apron on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blue and white, it was;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll be making muffins,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Molly said, “because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s no more o’ currants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the little buns”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Make us muffins,” ’Lizbeth cries,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fluffy yellow ones!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sniffing in the baking smell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brother said to me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Think of all the children<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muffinless, for tea!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Esquimos with bear and oil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">China boys with rice—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am glad I live at home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muffins are so nice!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 215px;"> -<a href="images/image040b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image040b.jpg" width="215" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THANKSGIVING_KITCHEN_SONG" id="THANKSGIVING_KITCHEN_SONG"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image041.jpg"> -<img src="images/image041.jpg" width="604" height="273" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THANKSGIVING KITCHEN SONG</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warm Thanksgiving fires are burning, over all the land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frosty winds are blowing down the streets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hungry little children by the kitchen tables stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look upon the good Thanksgiving sweets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Molly with cap and apron, open wide the door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us in the kitchen for the fun!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a pudding stuffed with raisins, and the turkey fills the pan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pumpkin pie is yellow as the sun.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the silver treasure plate we pile the purple fruit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Molly swings the heavy oven door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The air is sweet with spicy things, the kettle hums a tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The yellow sun is shining on the floor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just out across the river, through the lines of crinkled corn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gusty little wind, all up and down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plays tag among the melon vines, and then flies off at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tease the smoking chimneys of the town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warm Thanksgiving fires are burning, over all the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the kitchens of the houses there is cheer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we are very cosy as we watch the little clock;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hour of merry dinner-time is near.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;"> -<a href="images/image042.jpg"> -<img src="images/image042.jpg" width="567" height="200" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span> </p> - -<h2><a name="CRACKER_SHIPS" id="CRACKER_SHIPS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image043a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image043a.jpg" width="592" height="100" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />CRACKER SHIPS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ships a-sailing in my soup;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See them dip and flutter!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little cracker ships are they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a sail of butter;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nurse has come; I eat them up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fast as I am able;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has said ’tis not polite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fuss with things at table.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 590px;"> -<a href="images/image043b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image043b.jpg" width="590" height="184" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CANDLE_TREE" id="THE_CANDLE_TREE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image044a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image044a.jpg" width="293" height="86" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE CANDLE TREE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O hush, little brother, step soft on the stair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Christmas morning; for waiting there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the candle-tree, with its flowers of light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All shining and blossoming bright, so bright:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Isn’t it good to bloom for us so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all other trees are asleep in the snow?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only on Christmas day it comes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the white snow flies and the north wind hums;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the spirit of giving is in the air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we are sure to find it there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O hush, little brother, step soft and light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest it fade like a dream-thing away from sight!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;"> -<a href="images/image044b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image044b.jpg" width="443" height="165" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For under its branches are sheltered here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The things we’ve wanted through all the year;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The doll I dreamed about months ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scarlet horn that you wanted so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New books and pictures, all waiting, see,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the care of the candle-tree!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And over its branches and all about<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace and contentment and joy shine out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making the world a beautiful place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making me say, as I lift my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O wonderful, wonderful, candle-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light of the Christ-child is over me!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 581px;"> -<a href="images/image045.jpg"> -<img src="images/image045.jpg" width="581" height="135" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_RUG_FROM_PERSIA" id="THE_LITTLE_RUG_FROM_PERSIA"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image046a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image046a.jpg" width="585" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br /> -THE LITTLE RUG FROM PERSIA</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little rug<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span> from Persia, that lies upon our floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It gleams a wealth of colors with the sunlight from the door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pretty gold, like candlelight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A starry blue, like skies at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A red like rubies, wild and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these and many more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little rug from Persia, that shines like flowers and wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it could only talk to us could tell of many things;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of foreign lands, so far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of magic night and burning day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span>f dark-skinned children at their play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of elephants and kings.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 315px;"> -<a href="images/image046b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image046b.jpg" width="315" height="273" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DUTCH_KATRINA" id="DUTCH_KATRINA"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image047a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image047a.jpg" width="470" height="199" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />DUTCH KATRINA</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dutch Katrina is so good!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the kitchen’s brightness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes us sugar things to eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cakes of fairy lightness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps us laughing all the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a song or fable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tells us of the Tulip Land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she lays the table.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the work is done tonight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fire is dying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we come to look for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Trina, you are crying!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cr<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span>ying for the Tulip Land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadows deep behind you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Trina, light the lamp and sing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, we came to find you!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<a href="images/image047b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image047b.jpg" width="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<a href="images/image049.jpg"> -<img src="images/image049.jpg" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All out doors is mine for play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Green miles without an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each small cloud that floats this way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My little cotton friend—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 137px;"> -<a href="images/image050.jpg"> -<img src="images/image050.jpg" width="137" height="118" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHILDREN_OF_THE_WIND" id="THE_CHILDREN_OF_THE_WIND"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image051.jpg"> -<img src="images/image051.jpg" width="594" height="283" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE CHILDREN OF THE WIND</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My little dresses are alive—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, out upon the line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How full and free they’re blowing there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those crumpled gowns of mine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never thought ’twould happen, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nurse put them out to air them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little children of the wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have crept inside, to wear them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now they’re swaying to and fro—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lifted arms they’re clinging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fast holding to the friendly rope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swinging, swinging, swinging!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pink gown and the blue gown, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The white one trimmed with laces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, little children of the wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why can’t I see your faces?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SOLEMN_FROG" id="THE_SOLEMN_FROG"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image052a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image052a.jpg" width="593" height="256" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE SOLEMN FROG</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I think he’s judge of all the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friend, the solemn frog;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s judge of all the water things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skimming bugs with dripping wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The turtle on the log;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sits upon a lily pad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if he ever sees them bad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sternness he will say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Go hide among the darkest weeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down deep, among the dungeon reeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there repent your wicked deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away, young thing, away!”<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 505px;"> -<a href="images/image052b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image052b.jpg" width="505" height="125" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SUMMER_WEATHER" id="SUMMER_WEATHER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image053.jpg"> -<img src="images/image053.jpg" width="592" height="117" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />SUMMER WEATHER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing of summer weather<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wind and sky together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clover-top and berry-bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And haycocks in the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the forest places<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spread with shaded laces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, I breathe a sorry sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When summer time is done!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fleets of clouds are floating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the sky a-boating;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meadow birds are flying past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With wings of red and blue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All my heart keeps saying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I go a-playing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“S<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span>ummer-time, ’tis summer-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world is all for you!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_WARNING" id="A_WARNING"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image054.jpg"> -<img src="images/image054.jpg" width="592" height="267" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A WARNING</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We drop our stones upon the lake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch them how they sink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The circles little ripples make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All faster than a wink;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You fishes, swimming down below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where coolest peace prevails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look out, unless these stones we throw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drop down upon your tails!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_MOON_IN_THE_POOL" id="THE_MOON_IN_THE_POOL"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image055.jpg"> -<img src="images/image055.jpg" width="586" height="182" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE MOON IN THE POOL</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon is drowned in the little brown pool<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the water is ever so deep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must help her out of the shadowy cool<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before I can go to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must help her out with my friendly hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If I saw her, how could I pass?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the drooping tree on the hillside stands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will put her to rest on the grass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The stars must be weeping, and hiding their eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wondering where she can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sending the clouds to hunt over the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am glad that she fell to me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For now I may help her, and smooth her hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the grass she shall rest, and then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the little night wind finds her sleeping there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will carry her home again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FLYING_HOURS" id="THE_FLYING_HOURS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image056a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image056a.jpg" width="593" height="191" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE FLYING HOURS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve little birds fly by in a row—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright little birds are they—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shining and free, and as blue as can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these are the hours of the day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun shines warmly across their wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they hurry their way along;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now and again, in their joy of things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They carol a daytime song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve little owls fly by in a row,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent and dark their flight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gray little things, with shadowy wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these are the hours of the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the last of them all, as he hovers low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is flushed with a radiant pink;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is the good little sunrise owl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like him the best, I think.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 596px;"> -<a href="images/image056b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image056b.jpg" width="596" height="196" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_COMMON_THINGS" id="THE_COMMON_THINGS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image057a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image057a.jpg" width="594" height="228" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<br />THE COMMON THINGS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The things that happen every day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are common things, so the grown folks say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bu<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span>t I am a child, and I can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most wonderful happenings, all for me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flower can grow, and the bird can sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But each of these is a wonderful thing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Away to the south, where the air rests sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On meadows of clover and fields of wheat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives the Prince of the Wind, in a castle hewn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a gray rock-hill that touches the moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now and again, when the sky is bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clouds of summer are floating white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gates of the castle are opened wide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Prince of the Wind comes out to ride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis something just a child can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not for grown-ups, but for me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 602px;"> -<a href="images/image057b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image057b.jpg" width="602" height="102" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the meadow lands, where the lilies grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the reapers sing and the cattle low<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The river dreams as it moves to sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heaven above smiles tenderly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over its waters she gently bends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her glad, bright smile to its depths she sends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So magic sweet, that through and through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The river warms to a richer blue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’T<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span>is something just a child can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not for grown-ups, but for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun is a fire, so the grown-folks say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And warms the earth in a learned way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sun is a great round crown, I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a giant who lost it years ago.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was King of the Clouds, till one black day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind, in an anger, swept him away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his golden crown, like a living thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps moving about to find its king.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis something just a child can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not for grown-ups, but for me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 595px;"> -<a href="images/image058.jpg"> -<img src="images/image058.jpg" width="595" height="172" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the night has come, and the lights are out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shuddering shadows creep about<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon shines in through the curtain lace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her gentle eyes, and her quiet face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And says with a smile that calms me, quite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span> am God’s bright angel over the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So go to sleep; don’t be afraid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a child’s sweet comfort was I made”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis something just a child can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not for grown-ups, but for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m glad I’m a child, for it seems too bad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To miss so much that would make you glad.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 590px;"> -<a href="images/image059.jpg"> -<img src="images/image059.jpg" width="590" height="71" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_HEN" id="THE_HEN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image060a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image060a.jpg" width="588" height="176" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE HEN</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63">{63}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hen is such a funny fowl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all she has to do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is walk around all day, and eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cock her eye at you;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And always, when she’s being fed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She quickly singles out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The choicest bit, and seizing it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She rushes all about<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And eats it far from other hens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With quite a show of greed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then cocks her eye and walks about—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, what a life to lead!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 604px;"> -<a href="images/image060b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image060b.jpg" width="604" height="177" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64">{64}</a></span> </p> - -<h2><a name="BLUNDERING_BENJAMIN_BUMBLE_BEE" id="BLUNDERING_BENJAMIN_BUMBLE_BEE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image061.jpg"> -<img src="images/image061.jpg" width="576" height="251" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />BLUNDERING BENJAMIN BUMBLE BEE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over a meadow of flowers came he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he buzzed with his wings, and grumbled low<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the dew on the flowers annoyed him so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My feet are wet and I’ve caught a cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve ruined completely my suit of gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The use of dewdrops I cannot see,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Growled blundering Benjamin Bumble Bee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_TWO_LITTLE_FLOCKS" id="THE_TWO_LITTLE_FLOCKS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image062.jpg"> -<img src="images/image062.jpg" width="604" height="300" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE TWO LITTLE FLOCKS</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65">{65}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66">{66}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67">{67}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Five little sheep on a hillside grazed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the raggedest daisies grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And just overhead, in a sunny space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were five little clouds in the blue;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the five little clouds in the sky looked down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the five little sheep below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they called out to them in a friendly way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O little white flock, hello!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We look alike—we must be alike;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now isn’t that plain to you?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come up with us in the pasture sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O little white flock,—please do!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the five little sheep on the hill looked sad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nibbled the grass instead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each one smothered a sorrowful sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaking his wise little head;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they called to the flock in the sky, “O no;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such union would never do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must be fed on the greenest grass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While your meadow grass is blue;”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And how would we look when trying to fly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hard little feet for wings?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sheep of the earth and sheep of the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were made for different things.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the little white flock in the sky looked down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the little white flock below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they said to themselves—“How queer; when we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resemble each other so!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 592px;"> -<a href="images/image063.jpg"> -<img src="images/image063.jpg" width="592" height="95" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_LITTLE_GIRL_NEXT_DOOR" id="TO_THE_LITTLE_GIRL_NEXT_DOOR"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image064.jpg"> -<img src="images/image064.jpg" width="592" height="98" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />TO THE LITTLE GIRL NEXT DOOR</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over miles of ocean blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straight my ship sails home to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I know you’re sure to wait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the orchard, by the gate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I go to fight the bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the woodpile, growling there,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68">{68}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kind and bravely near you sit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begging me beware of it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once, when in the reeds we hid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just the way the pirates did,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wi<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69">{69}</a></span>th your head upon my arm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Safe I guarded you from harm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, how much a man can dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he has a lady fair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your soldier I was made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the times you are afraid.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/facing064.jpg"> -<img src="images/facing064.jpg" width="420" height="600" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a></div> - -<h2><a name="A_RIDE_TO_TOWN" id="A_RIDE_TO_TOWN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image065.jpg"> -<img src="images/image065.jpg" width="577" height="245" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A RIDE TO TOWN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, the road that leads to town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a summer morning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yellow sunshine on the fields,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70">{70}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mist the hills adorning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaves soft blowing in the breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh from summer showers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roadside, as we drive along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crowded thick with flowers.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71">{71}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aunt Matilda flaps the reins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Raisins, flour, and butter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must not forget the yeast”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(How the corn leaves flutter;)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We must get a skein of yarn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some gingham patches”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(How the river, where it turns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sky’s own color matches!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here we are at Peter’s Mill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, they’re busy grinding”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through Green Meadow, just beyond,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bubble Brook is winding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Satin crows perch on the trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auntie counts her money;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While she’s gone I sing my joy;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bees are making honey!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SWANS" id="THE_SWANS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image067.jpg"> -<img src="images/image067.jpg" width="591" height="212" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE SWANS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72">{72}</a></span> the tiny lake with the fairy bridge, where the rainbow fountains play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grass slopes down to the water’s edge, in an easy, velvet way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there the white bird-boats float by, in a long, parading line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am a princess on the shore, to play they are really mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some birds belong to the sky and hills, and some must stay in the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wee brown partridge runs in the grass,—as wild as a bird can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They all belong to the free outdoors, the eagles, the owls, and the larks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the tall white swans, with their stately necks, were made for the city parks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As they sail along in their proudest way, with their feet a-dabble behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their stiff starched tails stand up in a row, the crispiest tails you’ll find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now they are still, where the willows are, a-float on their spreading wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upside down they are pictured there,—the pretty white china things!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ROADS" id="ROADS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image069.jpg"> -<img src="images/image069.jpg" width="607" height="94" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />ROADS</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73">{73}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many, many roads there are, warm and dusty brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some go running to the hills, some turn into town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some lead far and far away, where nobody knows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How I’d like to follow them, finding where each goes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once I found a pretty road, leading up a hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought each turn would be the last, and yet it wandered still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close beside a shady pool, up across a stile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then down beside a twist of stream, till I had gone a mile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a fine and pleasant road, and as I walked I thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It leads, perhaps, to stately lands which rich Sir John has bought:”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But down it went across a bridge, all tumbled and forlorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then straight behind a farmer’s barn, where ducks were eating corn.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74">{74}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many, many roads there are, warm and dusty brown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some go running to the hills, some turn into town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each and every one of them, I choose it as my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For strange delights are waiting me, if I could find the end.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_CUDDLE-DE-WEES" id="THE_CUDDLE-DE-WEES"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image071.jpg"> -<img src="images/image071.jpg" width="589" height="242" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE CUDDLE-DE-WEES</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our hen has a troop of cuddle-de-wees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75">{75}</a></span>at follow her round, all day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some are yellow, and some are black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one is a spotless gray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at evening time, when the sunset light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glows red between the trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our hen selects a sheltered place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calls to her cuddle-de-wees;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Cuddle-de-wees, cuddle-de-wees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dew’s on the meadow, the night’s on the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the herd bells ring; come under my wing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And snuggle to sleep, while the crickets sing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the world, a stupid old hen am I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you I’m a refuge, warm and dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And safe with a feathery peace: so rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For young little fowl this place is the best.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there in the shadow, beneath the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They run to her gladly, the cuddle-de-wees.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76">{76}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_HIGHEST_HILL_IN_HAPPY_TOWN" id="THE_HIGHEST_HILL_IN_HAPPY_TOWN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image072.jpg"> -<img src="images/image072.jpg" width="592" height="104" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE HIGHEST HILL IN HAPPY TOWN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The highest hill in Happytown—I climbed it just today,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A little wind went with me, like a comrade, all the way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d longed to journey to the place, and when the glad day came,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I told myself that Happytown should be the village name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We chose the pleasant river road that leads along the fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what a wealth of clover-sweet the wind across it yields!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We drove through little Singing Woods, we passed another place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But all the time ’twas Happytown toward which I turned my face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O horses, hurry on,” I sang, “and do not wait to drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How glad you are to stop a while at shady River Brink!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when we reached the little town, I flew with glad swift feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To what I knew was waiting me at end of Sunlight Street.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 579px;"> -<a href="images/image073a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image073a.jpg" width="579" height="91" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little road is brown and steep, and wriggles up the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77">{77}</a></span><span class="i2">And all the way the drooping trees stand shady, cool, and still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I climbed and looked about me; and there before me lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The great wide world I’d heard about, all shining in the day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Close down below was Happytown, its red roofs painted new,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the little chimney-pots were filled with misty blue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children’s voices rose to me; I watched the wagons go<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along the little crooked streets, in sunshine there below.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 597px;"> -<a href="images/image073b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image073b.jpg" width="597" height="234" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And out upon the valley, where the greenest meadows lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw the tiny reaper folk go piling up the hay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then far, far out and wide I looked; and wonderful to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On distant shores I’d never seen, spread out the wide, blue sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw it shining in the light, all misty blue and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The little soft-winged wander boats were resting on the bay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stood and looked and wondered, and wished some day to go<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far over there to hear its voice, and feel the salt wind blow.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_78" id="page_78">{78}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And have you heard of Happytown? And do you know its hill?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such wonders can it show you when the air is clear and still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The highest in the countryside, for when you stand and look<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world is spread before you, like a wide and open book.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_LIKENESS" id="A_LIKENESS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image075a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image075a.jpg" width="585" height="220" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A LIKENESS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some kinds of flowers are wild and free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grow where’er they choose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the meadow, down the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or underneath the trees.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But other kinds are caught, poor things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As any garden shows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made to stand in planted beds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In straight and stupid rows;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And likewise, little children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When morning brightest shines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are caught and planted down at school<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In firm and even lines. -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_79" id="page_79">{79}</a></span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 235px;"> -<a href="images/image075b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image075b.jpg" width="235" height="237" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HAY_COCKS" id="HAY_COCKS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image076.jpg"> -<img src="images/image076.jpg" width="591" height="203" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />HAY COCKS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A band of giants, strong and tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With heavy feet and knotted hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came marching, with enormous stride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the meadow lands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_80" id="page_80">{80}</a></span>ey tore the branches from the trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They dashed the water from the brook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often, in an angry rage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their locks of heavy hair they shook.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hold!” Mother Earth in anger cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Such mischief, sirs, I shall forbid!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reaching up she drew them down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in her darkness they were hid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep, dark, and close; and now the eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of country dwellers, as they pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See only tops of tousled heads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above the meadow grass.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MAY" id="MAY"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image077.jpg"> -<img src="images/image077.jpg" width="596" height="230" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />MAY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The river sings through its twisted miles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heaven above it smile<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_81" id="page_81">{81}</a></span>s and smiles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pink blooms out on the apple trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scent of the lilacs is on the breeze;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, how has it happened? And what does it mean?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who brightened the sunlight? Who coaxed out the green?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May was painting a bush by the garden wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she said in a whisper: “I did it all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I flushed the trees to their rosy hue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hung the banner clouds out in the blue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I worked not a wonder in this,” said she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis only the work that was willed to me.”<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_82" id="page_82">{82}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WINDMILL_COUNTRY" id="THE_WINDMILL_COUNTRY"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image078a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image078a.jpg" width="595" height="237" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE WINDMILL COUNTRY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a country, so they say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where windmills grow like trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where arms instead of branches, reach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To meet the coming breeze;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the little children there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With clumping wooden shoes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May seek their friendly shade to play<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As often as they choose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How strange ’twould be, when winter comes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the other trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are shedding leaves of brown and red<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To gather as we please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see the windmills drop their arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all across the land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_83" id="page_83">{83}</a></span>e little girls and boys come out<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To find them on the sand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 505px;"> -<a href="images/image078b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image078b.jpg" width="505" height="120" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_OWL" id="THE_OWL"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image079a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image079a.jpg" width="290" height="229" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE OWL</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Queer little b<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_84" id="page_84">{84}</a></span>ird of the shadowy dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come out, little owl, come away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit on that tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gossip with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blink, in the light of day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All other birds are awake in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All other birds are glad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queer little bird of the shadowy dark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why are you always sad?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_CLOUD_IN_THE_GARDEN" id="THE_CLOUD_IN_THE_GARDEN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image080.jpg"> -<img src="images/image080.jpg" width="133" height="118" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE CLOUD IN THE GARDEN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, where can I find a little white cloud?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, bee in the clover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do they ever, you think, come down to drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the heat of the day is over?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d tie one fast to the cherry tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a twist of silver twine;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_85" id="page_85">{85}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glad little child I’d surely be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If a little white cloud were mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And every morning I’d pull it down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To brush a puff or a wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d hold it fast in my arms awhile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smoothing the feathery thing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d feed it dew from a hollyhock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when it had drunk to please<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a tug on its string it would be away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riding the gay little breeze.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Oh, if the clouds in the sky should cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Come back, little brother again!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If their sad little tears should fall down to earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sorrowing drops of rain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the silver cloud mother should come, at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a fog gown, trailing low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hunt for a child in our garden place—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think I should let it go!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_86" id="page_86">{86}</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 137px;"> -<a href="images/image081.jpg"> -<img src="images/image081.jpg" width="137" height="304" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RUNAWAY_RIVER" id="RUNAWAY_RIVER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image082.jpg"> -<img src="images/image082.jpg" width="592" height="250" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />RUNAWAY RIVER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Boy, do you know where it runs to sea?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_87" id="page_87">{87}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brown little girl, do you?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Runaway river, laughing and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dappled and warm and blue?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow the curve of the meadow there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the hill, and then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the marsh lilies droop in the careless wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look to the south again.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_88" id="page_88">{88}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There you will see it running away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, it is bold and free!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never a truant so brave has been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never so brave will be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Running away, with never a care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If all of the blossoming trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cry, “Wait, little river, stay here a while,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reaching their arms to tease.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 588px;"> -<a href="images/image083a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image083a.jpg" width="588" height="111" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bad little shadows, who long to roam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slip in its depths to hide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good little ones, who are happy at home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep in the reeds at its side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ru<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_89" id="page_89">{89}</a></span>naway river, laughing and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dappled and warm and blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boy, do you know where it runs to sea?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brown little girl, do you?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 591px;"> -<a href="images/image083b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image083b.jpg" width="591" height="92" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_JACK_OLANTERN" id="THE_JACK_OLANTERN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image084.jpg"> -<img src="images/image084.jpg" width="595" height="206" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE JACK O’LANTERN</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_90" id="page_90">{90}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_91" id="page_91">{91}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_92" id="page_92">{92}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the man who tends the garden little brother said today—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We want a yellow pumpkin, very round”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind among the corn-stalks, where we stood a-hand-in-hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made a funny little rattling sort of sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was very bright and frosty, and the man said, “Come with me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will find you what you want, if you will wait”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he took us through the corn-lines past the heavy apple trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were piles of yellow pumpkins by the gate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he asked, “To make a pie with? or to roll upon the ground?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he smiled when little brother shook his head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, “I really won’t be guessing, but I think I know the kind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was little once myself, you know,” he said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we looked at him and twinkled, while he hunted all about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he got the very roundest of them all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he made a wink at brother, and a funny face at me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he set the pumpkin up upon the wall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“‘Tis the king of all the others!” cried the cheery garden-man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll be scooping out the middle, if you say”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we told him “Yes” in whispers, for it was our secret plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we watched him while he cut the heart away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he asked us—“And his eyes? Shall his nose be long and wise?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall he have a ragged, jagged sort of smile?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we told the garden-man, “Please, as quickly as you can;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can only wait a very little while.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then he laid the knife beside him, as he said, “Here is the man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’ll be looking very happy with a light”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we rolled him in our jackets, as we thanked the garden-man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we hurried home to wait until the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then a little moon is shining; then we’ll hide behind the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we’ll put the yellow candle in its place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the pretty lighted windows of the children that we know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the fathers read the papers, and the mothers sit and sew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There will shine a merry Jack O’Lantern face.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 590px;"> -<a href="images/image085.jpg"> -<img src="images/image085.jpg" width="590" height="151" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_93" id="page_93">{93}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_MAD_MARCH_HARE" id="THE_MAD_MARCH_HARE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image086.jpg"> -<img src="images/image086.jpg" width="597" height="338" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE MAD MARCH HARE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They say that the little March hare is mad, as mad as a beast can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet when I saw him, the other day, he seemed very calm to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For close by t<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_94" id="page_94">{94}</a></span>he fence in the pasture lot, where the grass grew brown and dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was nibbling a bit, in a gentle way, with a sad bright tear in his eye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I wish they would call me The Rabbit of Spring—The Rabbit of Peace,” he said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I think it a shame to be known as mad, when I’m quite all right in my head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What rageful beast, to say the least, on a meal of weeds would dine?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And how could I ever growl or lash, with a voice and a tail like mine?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 588px;"> -<a href="images/image087.jpg"> -<img src="images/image087.jpg" width="588" height="117" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WATER_CHILD" id="THE_WATER_CHILD"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image088.jpg"> -<img src="images/image088.jpg" width="583" height="300" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE WATER CHILD</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a round pool at the edge of the woods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there I may look at the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_95" id="page_95">{95}</a></span>e wind goes a-sailing, the clouds come to drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds pass above it and by;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I lean down and look, in the carefulest way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Past the tip of the straight little pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For down in its coolness a water child lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a face that is nearly like mine.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/image089.jpg"> -<img src="images/image089.jpg" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dame Twilight comes from Sleepy Land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Shut-Your-Eyes, her brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She holds a star-torch in one hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dew drops in the other.<br /></span> -<p class="c"><small>Ruth Fuller Stevens 1918</small></p> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_96" id="page_96">{96}</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 139px;"> -<a href="images/image090.jpg"> -<img src="images/image090.jpg" height="135" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TWILIGHT_TOWN" id="TWILIGHT_TOWN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image091.jpg"> -<img src="images/image091.jpg" width="581" height="239" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />TWILIGHT TOWN</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_97" id="page_97">{97}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Down a drowsy, dewy hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leads the road away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the walls of Twilight Town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the close of day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the people wander slow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down the shadow street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fingers to their lips they lift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they chance to meet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the houses, painted gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blink their sleepy eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mothers, all along the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whisper lullabyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each bird-baby cuddles down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its purple nest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is quiet Twilight Town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The watchword there is Rest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_98" id="page_98">{98}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LUCKY_LITTLE_STAR" id="THE_LUCKY_LITTLE_STAR"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image092.jpg"> -<img src="images/image092.jpg" width="594" height="242" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE LUCKY LITTLE STAR</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m a lucky little star!” sang the brightest in the sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of all the stars about me there is none so glad as I!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every night at twilight, at the end of every day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I can look right through a window, in a very pleasant way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch a little mother, with a pretty, drooping head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As she tucks a little earth-child up, and leaves him safe in bed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_99" id="page_99">{99}</a></span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And when she’s drawn the curtain back, and blown away the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She leaves the little earth-child to slumber and the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never right to slumber,—our secret may it be,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For every night the little child looks out and smiles to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No other star in heaven has so good a place as I!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’m a lucky little star,” sang the brightest in the sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 135px;"> -<a href="images/image093.jpg"> -<img src="images/image093.jpg" width="135" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_FLOCK_OF_DREAMS" id="THE_FLOCK_OF_DREAMS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image094.jpg"> -<img src="images/image094.jpg" width="588" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE FLOCK OF DREAMS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All through the pasture bars of sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My flock of dreams come home to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glad ones, and the sad ones, and the ones that bring me rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100">{100}</a></span> twilight, when the day is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My slumber fairy chooses one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brings it to me gently, by a road she knows the best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tonight the grass is drooped with dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I count the stars, and there are two<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one, and three, and two again, above the cloudy trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mist-hung world a-weary seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear slumber fairy, call my dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let down the pasture bars of sleep, and bring one home to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HOW_SLEEP_WAS_MADE" id="HOW_SLEEP_WAS_MADE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image095.jpg"> -<img src="images/image095.jpg" width="583" height="260" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />HOW SLEEP WAS MADE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A whisper, a shadow, a lullaby,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A glint of gold from the evening sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind that blows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the poppy grows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the drowsy song that the river knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A gay-winged fairy gathered up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And locked away in a lily cup.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When evening c<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101">{101}</a></span>ame, and the moon was bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the forest dreamed in a glory white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fairy flew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the lily grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And opened it wide, as she’d planned to do;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One moment she poised, on airy wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then in a rapture began to sing:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, wonderful sight in the lily cup!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How glad I am that I gathered up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A whisper, a shadow, a lullaby,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A glint of gold from the evening sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind that blows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the poppy grows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the drowsy song that the river knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For my prisoners, down in the whiteness deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made, ah, wonder! the thing called Sleep.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102">{102}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_TWO_GOWNS" id="THE_TWO_GOWNS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image097.jpg"> -<img src="images/image097.jpg" width="587" height="145" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE TWO GOWNS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My mother has a pretty dress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of silk that’s rich and fine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wears it when there’s company<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when she’s out to dine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The collar has a velvet bow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Below my mother’s face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skirt trails softly on the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sleeves are trimmed with lace;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103">{103}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shines and shimmers in the light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All changing, gold and green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I smile at her, and whisper low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My mother is a queen!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104">{104}</a></span> mother has another dress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cloth that’s soft and red.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wears it when the light is low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I am going to bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after I have said my prayers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I say good-night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m not afraid of hurting it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hug up to it tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say, with arms ’round mother’s neck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh, have you ever guessed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That though your silken gown is fine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I like this dress the best?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 594px;"> -<a href="images/image098.jpg"> -<img src="images/image098.jpg" width="594" height="191" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105">{105}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_TWILIGHT_MAN" id="THE_TWILIGHT_MAN"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image099.jpg"> -<img src="images/image099.jpg" width="584" height="158" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE TWILIGHT MAN</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The yellow color fills the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time is slipping fast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hours of sun are all but gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another day is passed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From drowsy lands of purpleness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds come singing in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lilac bush holds shadows now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where banded bees have been.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come softly, l<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106">{106}</a></span>ittle Twilight Man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread the blanket down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tuck in the edges of the dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around the weary town.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_DREAM-SHIP" id="THE_DREAM-SHIP"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image100a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image100a.jpg" width="585" height="205" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE DREAM-SHIP</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sweet little ship sailed up from the south<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a cargo of baby dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of dolls and kittens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And warm little mittens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rose colored peppermint creams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wee wind wafted it on its way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it sailed along at the close of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down the sleepy streets, where the lights were lit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave each child some wonderful bit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O hush, little child, if you want a dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must close your eyes,—ah yes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the dream-ship carries a gift for you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More lovely than you can guess;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a moon<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107">{107}</a></span> that will shine all day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a gown of a color gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a queer little fish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a silver dish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sail away little boat, and away!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 601px;"> -<a href="images/image100b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image100b.jpg" width="601" height="147" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_PRAYER_AT_EVENING" id="A_PRAYER_AT_EVENING"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image101.jpg"> -<img src="images/image101.jpg" width="377" height="342" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A PRAYER AT EVENING</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who made the rose so sweet and red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who made the blue sky overhead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who made the river and the sea—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I thank Him now, on bended knee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when tomorrow’s sun is up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shines upon the lily cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May I awake again, to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its loving brightness over me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108">{108}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WILLOW_TREE" id="THE_WILLOW_TREE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image102.jpg"> -<img src="images/image102.jpg" width="586" height="265" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE WILLOW TREE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the day is nearly over, and the shadows are all gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a place in father’s garden where I dearly love to stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I’m tired of all my lessons, and I’m weary of my play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the day is nearly over, and the shadows are all gray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s a motherly old willow growing close against the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I climb up in her branches, and I know I cannot fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she rocks me very softly, in her gentle, loving way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the day is nearly over, and the shadows are all gray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Softly to her leaves and branches come the breezes of the night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they sing me songs of slumber, in the dim and restful light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sleep and slumber, sleep and slumber, little child,” they seem to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the day is nearly over, and the shadows are all gray.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109">{109}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FAIRYS_NAME_WAS_WHISPER" id="THE_FAIRYS_NAME_WAS_WHISPER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image104.jpg"> -<img src="images/image104.jpg" width="590" height="250" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE FAIRY’S NAME WAS WHISPER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fairy’s name was Whisper, and she flew around at night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She filled the lamps of evening, and she set the grasses right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She waked a lazy glow-worm, where the mossy wood-spring drips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hushed the noisy froggies, with her finger on her lips.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It’s time to sleep! It’s time to sleep!” she told the forest birds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She soothed the hurried river, with a chant of magic words;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110">{110}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, finding Billy Beaver, who had planned to work at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sent him off to bed at once, by winking fire-fly light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fairy’s name was Whisper; and this I know is true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when she’d hung the mists out, there were other things to do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She caught her robes about her, and she flew from door to door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To set the babies sleeping, in a hundred homes or more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And here’s a little baby, who would like to stay awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For happy lights are riding, in the boats upon the lake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111">{111}</a></span>d here a baby cuddles,—and here a baby cries,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Whisper finds the newest one, and shuts her tiny eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And do the mothers see her? O never; not at all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kitten doesn’t see her, nor the clock upon the wall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all the nodding babies, who lie, or walk, or creep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know, “Whisper’s come to see us;” and then—they’re—off—to—sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 592px;"> -<a href="images/image105.jpg"> -<img src="images/image105.jpg" width="592" height="192" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FIRE-FLIES" id="FIRE-FLIES"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image106a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image106a.jpg" width="585" height="123" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />FIRE-FLIES</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the meadow they’re flying low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright little runaway stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I sit by the window and watch them glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the pasture bars;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re almost afraid to burn very bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear they’ll be hur<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112">{112}</a></span>ried back tonight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they shine out a minute,—then hide their light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wise little runaway stars!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far up above them the other stars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Poor little patient things!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit in the sky and study the clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Folding their sad little wings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the stern moon to watch them they sit and sigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Won’t lessons be over, by and by?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We want to go down to the earth and fly!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Runaway, runaway stars!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113">{113}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 592px;"> -<a href="images/image106b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image106b.jpg" width="592" height="141" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LADY_NIGHT" id="THE_LADY_NIGHT"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image107.jpg"> -<img src="images/image107.jpg" width="584" height="245" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE LADY NIGHT</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Lady Night has come again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the winds are still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I close my eyes, and lean my head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the window sill;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sky is buttoned with the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hills have hid the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the meadow, far away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear the river run;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In daytime, when the sun is out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the flowers are gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I laugh and shout, and run about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114">{114}</a></span>d tumble in the hay;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when the Lady Night has come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From lands behind the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lays her finger on my lips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And makes me very still.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MARCH_OF_THE_SHADOWS" id="THE_MARCH_OF_THE_SHADOWS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image108a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image108a.jpg" width="589" height="142" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE MARCH OF THE SHADOWS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From over western hill-tops, where the ruddy sun has dropped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There comes a line of shadows, marching down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are clothed in softest gray, and they’re marching all the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the distant, purple hill-tops to the town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For their Shadow-King in silence leads them marching, marching on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ac<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115">{115}</a></span>ross the meadow lands along the lane<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, and the poppy flower is dreaming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the summer wind is stealing through the grain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the evening dew has fallen, and the evening mists are low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every blossom wears a silver crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the winds are singing, sighing, and the day is paling, dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are marching, marching, marching to the town.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 582px;"> -<a href="images/image108b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image108b.jpg" width="582" height="120" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_STAR-LIGHTER" id="THE_STAR-LIGHTER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image109.jpg"> -<img src="images/image109.jpg" width="582" height="191" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE STAR-LIGHTER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come quickly, little sister-girl, the stars are being lit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night from down the dusky hills is creeping, bit by bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The baby moon is sailing; O, just come out and see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the Nightman lights the pretty stars for little you and me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For he’s the fairy of the skie<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116">{116}</a></span>s, and wears a robe of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s old as all the years there are, and yet as young as you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has a magic torch to hold; it reaches up so far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, standing on the hill-top, he can light the farthest star.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And one by one they twinkle out, so very glad and bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re sure he must have touched them with his magic torch of light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look up there, little sister-girl, beyond the hill, and see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The big new one that’s glowing now, for little you and me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117">{117}</a></span>, isn’t Nightman good to us, to light the stars o’ nights?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shows us every evening just the prettiest of sights;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he’s the fairy of the skies—he wears a robe of blue—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And old as all the years is he—yet just as young as you.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_BALLAD_OF_THREE" id="A_BALLAD_OF_THREE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image111.jpg"> -<img src="images/image111.jpg" width="588" height="294" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />A BALLAD OF THREE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’re going to build a ship some day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A ship to carry us far away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby and I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A swift white ship in which to ride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a sail of a cobweb, strong and wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll launch it away on the blue, blue tide,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118">{118}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby and I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ll all climb in, with our baby cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun may be hot, but we won’t mind that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we’ll sail away to a country fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that we want will be waiting there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s a long, long way, but we know where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ll play all day, till the moon comes up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we’ll drink some cream from a silver cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bo<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119">{119}</a></span>bby, and baby, and I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we’ll go to sleep by a drooping tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dips its arms in the sweet blue sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fish up dreams for just us three,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bobby, and baby, and I.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 597px;"> -<a href="images/image112.jpg"> -<img src="images/image112.jpg" width="597" height="216" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_STAR-SHIPS" id="THE_STAR-SHIPS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image113.jpg"> -<img src="images/image113.jpg" width="583" height="240" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE STAR-SHIPS</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120">{120}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121">{121}</a></span> </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up on the waves of the great sea-sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the moon island dreamily floats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailing about, with laughter and shout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are thousands of gay little boats;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some are quite large,—they are nearer, you see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some very faint and afar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each little boat has a bright little sail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each little sail is a star.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And “Come up and drift!” they are calling to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The sea is blue and so wide”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little sails wink, and its pleasant to think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That each longs to take me to ride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sadly I say: “You are too far away”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their light trembles down on my face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So hailing the brightest, far upward I send<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart’s dearest wish in my place.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_YELLOW_CITY_LIGHTS" id="THE_YELLOW_CITY_LIGHTS"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image114.jpg"> -<img src="images/image114.jpg" width="584" height="193" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE YELLOW CITY LIGHTS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the rain and mist they’re shining; O yellow city lights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How good you are to twinkle so on dark and windy nights!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the puddles splash the horses, and below the wi<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122">{122}</a></span>ndow glass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can see the wet umbrellas of the people as they pass,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O yellow city lights—O yellow city lights!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How brave you are to twinkle so on dark and rainy nights!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the wind is blowing, blowing, and the water comes in sheets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the sides of houses, and all up and down the streets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You are friendlier than the stars I think, O lights in proud array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars are all magnificent, but cold and far away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they never dare to twinkle, on dark and stormy nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While you shine out as brave as brave, O yellow city lights!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123">{123}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PILOT_WIND" id="THE_PILOT_WIND"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image115.jpg"> -<img src="images/image115.jpg" width="485" height="293" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE PILOT WIND</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind is caught in the lilac bush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It struggles a-while, in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then, with one little wilful push,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It comes fluttering out again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It skips a-whispering up the path<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It slips within the door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rock the boat, that’s set afloat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the sea of the nursery floor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sleep little sailor,” it’s singing low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve come to rock your ship;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I rock it away where the sleep waves play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the soft, gray dream gulls dip;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll rock it away till you reach at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shores of a strange blue land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then I’ll kiss your hair, and leave you there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the rudder in your hand.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind is back in the lilac bush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124">{124}</a></span> lies there happy, quite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the blossoms bent like a purple tent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hold it there, all night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve rocked the sailor away,” it says,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he’ll not come back, I think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the stars grow white in the morning light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dawn is brushed with pink.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ROCKING_SONG" id="ROCKING_SONG"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image117.jpg"> -<img src="images/image117.jpg" width="590" height="217" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />ROCKING SONG</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart and Openeyes were rocking in a chair—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Swing, little shadow, on the wall!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Openeyes was saying, “I shall wander in the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And toss a golden comet for a ball.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart was saying, “I shall not go out, I think,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For all the stars in heaven are going winky-wink.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125">{125}</a></span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart and Openeyes were rocking in a chair—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Swing little shadow, to and fro!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Openeyes was saying, “For the night was made for play;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I shall never go to bed again, I know.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart was saying, “I shall buy a little dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And eat it just at cradle-time, with sugar, and with cream.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Th<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_126" id="page_126">{126}</a></span>e chair was rocking, rocking, and the room was very still—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Swing little shadow to the tune!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Openeyes was saying, “Through the window over there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She is coming in to dance with us—the moon!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart was saying, “There’s a boat upon the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It’s sailing off to Whisperland, and coming in for me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleepyheart was nodding now; Openeyes was still—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Swing, little shadow, very slow!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out across the clover-tops the little wind had cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Away to Slumber Forest you shall go!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Birds and bees and butterflies had answered to the call;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quiet as a dreaming thing, the shadow on the wall.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_LAUGHTER-MILL" id="THE_LAUGHTER-MILL"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image119.jpg"> -<img src="images/image119.jpg" width="600" height="298" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE LAUGHTER-MILL</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joy was the chief of the laughter-mill; high on a sun-topped peak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had builded it up at the rainbow’s end, happily, week by week;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And years and years and years had passed; and still the old mill stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong as a fort; and it worked away, singing the song of the good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joy was the chief of the laughter-mill; in it worked Fun and Gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dimple-my-Chin and the Chuckle boys, turning the wheels all day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every night when the sun was low, and they turned away from the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were piles of laughs all ready to wear, in good neat rows on the floor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some of the laughs were the largest size, as large as a man might please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_127" id="page_127">{127}</a></span>me were the kind that were hard to use; there were not so many of these.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some were quite sober, and some were bright, and all were turned up at the ends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With an extra package of Gigglequicks, for young little girls and their friends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joy made the styles in his laughter-mill; some of the smiles were sweet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some were to wear in a happy home, and some were for use on the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Dimple-my-Chin and the Chuckle boys worked lovingest, best, I hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a soft little laugh that was stirred in a heart, and made of a precious tear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_SISTER_OF_THE_MOON" id="LITTLE_SISTER_OF_THE_MOON"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image121.jpg"> -<img src="images/image121.jpg" width="587" height="266" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />LITTLE SISTER OF THE MOON</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little sister of the moon lived upon a steep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the road wound upward, to the hill of sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There she slept, the daytimes, in a mossy cave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where nights the shadows gathered, and dancing lessons gave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At eight o’clock each night she woke: “It’s time to rise, I guess”;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She shook her tangled hair out, and donned a silver dress;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She washed her hands in water, that ran as cold as snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And packed a little basket, with the sweetest things that grow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then she sang; “And now, away!” and flew up to the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The owl’s child saw her going, and blinked a sober eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The willow threw her kisses, and the breeze laughed, “I’m along,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And helped her bear the basket, and sang a sweetheart song.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_128" id="page_128">{128}</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon, her patient sister, was waiting in the blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could she leave for supper, with so many things to do?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She must keep the little stars awake, and put the breeze to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scare away the cloud-folk, who crowded round like sheep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So Little Sister comes to her; she flies before her face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She spreads her silver gown out, and bows a low “Your Grace!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the dipper for a saucer, and a comet for a spoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She mixes sweets with fire and dew, and feeds them to the moon.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SANDMANS_WIFE" id="THE_SANDMANS_WIFE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image123.jpg"> -<img src="images/image123.jpg" width="590" height="249" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE SANDMAN’S WIFE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little brown sandman lives, you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the top of the hill where the poppies grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roof of his house is a great toadstool<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a wee bell-tower, like the village school;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tumbling and heaping about the door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are piles of sand from the white seashore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little brown sandman, bent and thin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has a deep blue cloak that he wraps up in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His peaked hat has a star on top<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he fastens his cloak with a green gumdrop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s always sleepy; a slow man he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he stretches and yawns at half-past three.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the greatest joy in the sandman’s life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is Polly M’ Pumpkin, the sandman’s wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She’s a round little soul, with a rosy face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she bustles and bounces about the place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children the sandman goes to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>She</i> loves a great deal more than he.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 599px;"> -<a href="images/image124.jpg"> -<img src="images/image124.jpg" width="599" height="239" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At seven o’clock, on every night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lights his lamp with a fagot bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then Polly M’ Pumpkin wakes him up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he sits asleep, by his blue tea-cup;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The children are nodding now,” she cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Go sprinkle the sea-sand upon their eyes!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And she hands him a sack, when he blinks and starts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For My Sleepiest Children” (ah, bless their hearts!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quite unknown to the brown sandman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has mixed it up, as she only can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With magical sugar, as sweet as a rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That brings good dreams wherever it goes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now hurry away!” she cries, and stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the flat door-stone, and waves her hands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little brown sandman slips away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he’s lost in the stars of the milky way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He’d never get started in all his life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it wasn’t for me,” says the sandman’s wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then she climbs the bell-tower, up on the house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she peers about, like a bright-eyed mouse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she says to herself, as she always does,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll let him sleep some night, because<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I’m</i> going to go, in my husband’s place,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a mischievous smile lights up her face.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DREAMS_FOR_THREE" id="DREAMS_FOR_THREE"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image126.jpg"> -<img src="images/image126.jpg" width="584" height="128" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />DREAMS FOR THREE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three little dreams flew in from the south<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they flew in a swift straight line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one was a dream of peaches and cream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that little dream was mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dreamed that a pretty white cloth was spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the round moon set for a dish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I ate in state of peaches and cream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as my heart could wish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The next little dream was a funny one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It came to Molly O’Lear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thought that she rode on a great green goose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bucked like a Texas steer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It flopped about, till it knocked her off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it cackled “Gingerbread Joke;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Molly wondered what that could be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while she was wondering, woke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The last little dream was the best of all.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It flew to Elizabeth Lee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She swung in a hammock, embroidered with snails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Way up to the top of a tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there she found, all cuddled away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a sort of a cottony nest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Little Lost Princess of Shut-Eye town;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No wonder her dream was best.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LADY_MOTHER" id="LADY_MOTHER"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image127.jpg"> -<img src="images/image127.jpg" width="587" height="252" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />LADY MOTHER</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother’s face by candlelight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stars aglow, without,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just my little room at night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadows all about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other places<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other faces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never half so dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lady mother, stay with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Very, very near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother’s hands to hold mine fast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Candle burning, low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wind across the gable roofs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing sad and slow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In other lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never were so good;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would hold them always here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I only could.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stay with me, dear lady mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing me off to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing of stars and candlelight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love so deep, so deep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ROAD_TO_GLAD_TOMORROW" id="THE_ROAD_TO_GLAD_TOMORROW"></a><br /> -<a href="images/image128a.jpg"> -<img src="images/image128a.jpg" width="356" height="251" -alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a><br />THE ROAD TO GLAD TOMORROW</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Across the hills it winds away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the fields of clover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The road that leads from Glad Today;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, little child, look over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It leaves behind your Wonder-World<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a sigh or sorrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Child, beneath the apple bough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your dear sake I name it now—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Road to Glad Tomorrow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 153px;"> -<a href="images/image128b.jpg"> -<img src="images/image128b.jpg" width="153" height="93" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - 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