His face was sad, His hands hung slackly downAlong his robe; too sorrowful to frownHe paced along the grassy paths and throughThe silent trees, and where the flowers grewTended by Adam. All the birds had goneOut to the world, and singing was not oneTo cheer the lonely God out of His grief —The silence broken…
And no one cared even as much as the half of a hangFor the song or the singer, so here is an end to the tale.If a person should think I complain and have not got the cause,Let him bring his eyes here and take a good look at my hand,Let him say if a…
And feeling in the trees: he was as tallAs the big apple tree, and twice as fat:His beard was long, and bristly-black, and thereWere leaves and bits of grass stuck in his hair.He held a great big club in his right hand,And with the other felt in every treeFor something that he wanted. You could…
An angel walking on the sky;Across the sunny skies of mornHe threw great handfuls far and nighOf poppy seed among the corn;And then, he said, the angels runTo see the poppies in the sun.A poppy is a devil weed,I said to him – he disagreed;He said the devil had no handIn spreading flowers tall and…
From His great Throne, and leaned upon the sky:For He had heard a sound; a little cry,Thin as a whisper, climbing up the Steep.And so He looked to where the Earth, asleep,Rocked with the moon: He saw the whirling seaSwing round the world in surgent energy,Tangling the moonlight in its netted foam;And, nearer, saw the…
And I often wonder whyIt’s never late.—My sister saidShe did not know who did the trick,And that she did not care a bit,And I should eat my porridge quick.… I think it’s mother wakens it.
Until she reached the tree, and thenShe covered it, and sole againAlong the grass beside the wall.I heard the rustle of her shawlAs she threw blackness everywhereUpon the sky and ground and air,And in the room where I was hid:But no matter what she didTo everything that was without,She could not put my candle out.So…
And let the children wash, if wash they can;If not, assist you them, and make them fairAs is the morning and the morning sky,And every tree and bush and bird in air.The sun climbed on the heights three hours ago,He laughed above the hills and they were glad;With bubbled pearl he made the rivers flowAnd…
In a pious, breathless state(They are nearly always late)To the Chapel, where they prayFor the sins of Saturday.They have frocks of white and blue,Yellow sashes they have too,And red ribbons show each headTenderly is ringleted;And the bell rings loud, and theRailway whistles urgently.After Chapel they will go,Walking delicately slow,Telling still how Father JohnIs so good…
Stared fiercely in his face.My lips went writhing back in a grimace,And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.Then, as I turned away, my enemy,That bitter heart and savage, said to me:‘Some day, when this is past,When all the arrows that we have are cast,We may ask one another why we hate,And fail to…
