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She leaned out into the soft June weather,
Her eyes were as blue as the bells on the heather:Oh, what is so fair as a fair young maid!She folded her hands, like the leaves of a lily,‘My life, ‘ she said, ‘is a night in June,Fair and quiet, and calm and stilly;Bring me a change, O changeful moon!‘Who would drift on a lake…
He never made a fortune, or a noise
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boysWho loved the very ground on which he trod.They thought him just little short of God;Oh you should have heard the way they said his name –‘Father.’There seemed to be a loving little prayerIn their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’Though the man was never…
This little toe is hungry-
This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,And this toe cries ‘Boo-hoo.’This toe big and tall is the smartest of allFor he pops into stocking and shoe.
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
We’ll visit them all as we leisurely creepDown the winding stream whose current is deep,In our beautiful barge of Slumber.The very first isle in this wonderful streamQuite close to the shore is lying,And after a supper of cakes and creamWe come to the Night-Mare-Isle with a scream,And hurry away from it crying.And next is the…
To Miss Eva Russell.
The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak and unlovely,No thrush sits and sings on the tree.I hear many practical peopleExplain why the spring loiters so,But, dear one, they all are mistaken:The true reason I alone know.The South-wind, Spring’s hand-maiden, told meHer mistress declared, o’er and o’er,That, till you were here to give…
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,
Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with terror,The cry went up and out and a nation stood still to listen.‘Come, for the love of God, and help us fight the demon!Come and help us to chain the fiend that is making us homeless:His hot and scorching breath has melted our hard-earned fortunes,And, not…