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...
Through the air, Everywhere, the rain is falling; Brawling on house and tree: On every place that you can see The rain drops go; The roofs are wet, the walls, the ground below. ...
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...
She is the sky of the sun, She is the dart Of love, She is the love of my heart, She is a rune, She is above The women of the race of Eve As the sun is above the moon. ...
A sparrow hopped about the street, And he was not a bit afraid; He flew between a horse's feet, And ate his supper undismayed: I think myself the horse knew well The bird came for the grains that fell....