The leaves are fresh after the rain, The air is cool and clear, The sun is shining warm again, The sparrows hopping in the lane Are brisk and full of cheer.
A speck went blowing up against the sky As little as a leaf: then it drew near 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,...
Behind the hill I met a man in green Who asked me if my mother had gone out? I said she had. He asked me had I seen His castle where the people sing and shout From dawn to dark, and told me that he had...
We thought at first, this man is a king for sure, Or the branch of a mighty and ancient and famous lineage, That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boor Who was hatched by foreign vulgarity under a hedge....
The sun is always in the sky Whenever I get out of bed, And I often wonder why It's never late., My sister said She did not know who did the trick, And that she did not care a bit,...
Do not marry, Breed, asthore! That old man whose head is hoar As the winter, but instead Mate with some young curly-head; He will give to you a child,...
The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and did not make a sound Until she reached the tree, and then She covered it, and stole again Along the grass beside the wall. ...
When the bright eyes of the day Open on the dusk, to see Mist and shadow fade away And the sun shine merrily, Then I leave my bed and run Out to frolic in the sun. ...
In bloom and bud the bees are busily Storing against the winter their sweet hoard That shall be rifled ere the autumn be Past, or the winter comes with silver sword To fright the bees, until the merry round...
There was a giant by the Orchard Wall Peeping about on this side and on that, And feeling in the trees: he was as tall As the big apple tree, and twice as fat:...
And then I wakened up in such a fright; I thought I heard a movement in the room But did not dare to look; I snuggled right Down underneath the bedclothes, then the boom...
I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sang Through forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail; And no one cared even as much as the half of a hang...
Silver stars shine peacefully, The Canal is silver, the Poplars bear with modest grace Gossamers of silver lace, And the turf bank wears with glee Black and silver filigree.
I was hiding in the crooked apple tree, Scouting for Indians, when a man came; I thought it was an Indian, for he Was running like the wind., There was a flame Of sunlight on his hand as he drew near,...
Tree! you are years standing there, Gripping tight to the side of the hill, And your branches are spread on the air, While you stand so sad and so still, And you do not complain...
Unfortunates, on the bare tree! I mourn for ye That have no place to house, But on those winter-white cold boughs To sit, (How far apart ye sit) And brood In this wide, wintry solitude...
I know a girl, And a girl knows me, And the owl says, what? And the owl says, who? But what we know We both agree That nobody else Shall hear or see, It's all between Herself and me:...