I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear

The sun is shining warm again,The sparrows hopping in the laneAre brisk and full of cheer.And that is why we dance and play,And that is why we sing,Calling out in voices gay,We will not go to school to-dayOr learn anything:It is a happy thing, I say,To be alive on such a day.

And broadened. — ‘ It’s a bird,’ said I,And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!It grew up from a speck into a blot,And squattered past a cloud; then it flew downAll crumply, and waggled such a lotI thought the thing would fall.–It was a brownOld carpet, where the man was sitting snug,Who, when…

But did not dare to look; I snuggled rightDown underneath the bedclothes—then the boomOf a tremendous voice said, ‘Sit up, lad,And let me see your face.’ So up I sat,Although I didn’t want to. I was gladI did though, for it was an angel thatHad called me, and he said, he’d come to knowWas I…

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…

Walking in the fields of snow;Where there is no grass at all;Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can be.IIPointing out the way we came,-Every one of them the same-All across the fields there bePrints in silver filigree;And our mothers always know,By the footprints in the snow,Where it…

Strapped tightly on his shoulders, and the rainSizzled when it hit him. He picked a ragUp from the ground and put it in his sack,And grinned and rubbed his hands.There was a thingMoving inside the bag upon his back—It must have been a soul! I saw it flingAnd twist about inside, and not a holeOr…