Child's Garden of Verses (version 2)

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1> A<br/> Child's<br/> Garden<br/> of Verses</h1> <h2>ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON</h2> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img003_th.png" width-obs="197" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_ALISON_CUNNINGHAM" id="TO_ALISON_CUNNINGHAM"></SPAN>TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM</h2> <p class='center'>FROM HER BOY</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><i>For the long nights you lay awake</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>And watched for my unworthy sake:</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>For your most comfortable hand</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>That led me through the uneven land:</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>For all the story-books you read:</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>For all the pains you comforted:</i><br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><i>For all you pitied, all you bore,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>In sad and happy days of yore:&mdash;</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>My second Mother, my first Wife,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>The angel of my infant life&mdash;</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>From the sick child, now well and old,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>Take, nurse, the little book you hold!</i><br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><i>And grant it, Heaven, that all who read</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>May find as dear a nurse at need,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>And every child who lists my rhyme,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>May hear it in as kind a voice</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>As made my childish days rejoice!</i><br/></span></div> </div> <p class='right'><i>R. L. S.</i></p> </div> <div class='padding'> <p>THE ORIGINAL</p> <p>TITLE PAGE</p> <p>FOR</p> <p>A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES</p> <p>BY</p> <p>JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH</p> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2>A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES<br/> ROBERT LOVIS STEVENSON<br/> WITH ILLVSTRATIONS BY<br/> JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH</h2> <p class='center'>CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS<br/> NEW YORK<br/>MCMV</p> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus007.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus007_th.jpg" width-obs="306" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></SPAN></div> </div> <h2><SPAN name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></SPAN>CONTENTS</h2> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr><td align='left'>TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_ALISON_CUNNINGHAM">vii</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>BED IN SUMMER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#BED_IN_SUMMER">3</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>A THOUGHT</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#A_THOUGHT">4</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>AT THE SEA-SIDE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#AT_THE_SEA-SIDE">5</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#YOUNG_NIGHT-THOUGHT">6</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#WHOLE_DUTY_OF_CHILDREN">7</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>RAIN</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#RAIN">7</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>PIRATE STORY</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#PIRATE_STORY">8</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>FOREIGN LANDS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#FOREIGN_LANDS">9</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>WINDY NIGHTS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#WINDY_NIGHTS">10</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TRAVEL</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TRAVEL">11</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>SINGING</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#SINGING">13</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>LOOKING FORWARD</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#LOOKING_FORWARD">14</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>A GOOD PLAY</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#A_GOOD_PLAY">15</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>WHERE GO THE BOATS?</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#WHERE_GO_THE_BOATS">16</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>AUNTIE'S SKIRTS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#AUNTIES_SKIRTS">17</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_LAND_OF_COUNTERPANE">18</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE LAND OF NOD</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_LAND_OF_NOD">19</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MY SHADOW</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MY_SHADOW">20</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>SYSTEM</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#SYSTEM">22</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>A GOOD BOY</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#A_GOOD_BOY">23</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>ESCAPE AT BEDTIME</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#ESCAPE_AT_BEDTIME">24</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MARCHING SONG</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MARCHING_SONG">25</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE COW</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_COW">26</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>HAPPY THOUGHT</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#HAPPY_THOUGHT">27</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE WIND</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_WIND">28</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>KEEPSAKE MILL</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#KEEPSAKE_MILL">29</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#GOOD_AND_BAD_CHILDREN">31</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>FOREIGN CHILDREN</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#FOREIGN_CHILDREN">33</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE SUN TRAVELS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_SUN_TRAVELS">35</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE LAMPLIGHTER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_LAMPLIGHTER">36</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MY BED IS A BOAT</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MY_BED_IS_A_BOAT">37</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE MOON</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_MOON">39</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE SWING</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_SWING">40</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TIME TO RISE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TIME_TO_RISE">41</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>LOOKING-GLASS RIVER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#LOOKING-GLASS_RIVER">42</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>FAIRY BREAD</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#FAIRY_BREAD">44</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#FROM_A_RAILWAY_CARRIAGE">45</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>WINTER-TIME</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#WINTER-TIME">46</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE HAYLOFT</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_HAYLOFT">47</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>FAREWELL TO THE FARM</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#FAREWELL_TO_THE_FARM">49</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>NORTH-WEST PASSAGE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#NORTH-WEST_PASSAGE">50</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>1. Good-Night</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#Page_50">50</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>2. Shadow March</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#Page_51">51</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>3. In Port</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#Page_51">52</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE CHILD ALONE</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_UNSEEN_PLAYMATE">57</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MY SHIP AND I</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MY_SHIP_AND_I">59</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MY KINGDOM</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MY_KINGDOM">61</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</SPAN></span></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#PICTURE-BOOKS_IN_WINTER">63</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>MY TREASURES</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#MY_TREASURES">65</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>BLOCK CITY</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#BLOCK_CITY">67</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_LAND_OF_STORY-BOOKS">69</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>ARMIES IN THE FIRE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#ARMIES_IN_THE_FIRE">71</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE LITTLE LAND</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_LITTLE_LAND">73</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>GARDEN DAYS</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>NIGHT AND DAY</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#NIGHT_AND_DAY">79</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>NEST EGGS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#NEST_EGGS">82</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE FLOWERS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_FLOWERS">84</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>SUMMER SUN</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#SUMMER_SUN">86</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE DUMB SOLDIER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_DUMB_SOLDIER">87</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>AUTUMN FIRES</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#AUTUMN_FIRES">89</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>THE GARDENER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#THE_GARDENER">90</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#HISTORICAL_ASSOCIATIONS">92</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>ENVOYS</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_WILLIE_AND_HENRIETTA">97</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO MY MOTHER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_MY_MOTHER">98</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO AUNTIE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_AUNTIE">99</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO MINNIE</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_MINNIE">100</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO MY NAME-CHILD</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_MY_NAME-CHILD">103</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>TO ANY READER</td><td align='left'><SPAN href="#TO_ANY_READER">105</SPAN></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="ILLUSTRATIONS" id="ILLUSTRATIONS"></SPAN>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2></div> <p class='center'> FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR<br/> BY JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH</p> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="A_CHILDS_GARDEN_OF_VERSES" id="A_CHILDS_GARDEN_OF_VERSES"></SPAN>A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES</h2></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img017_th.png" width-obs="450" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="BED_IN_SUMMER" id="BED_IN_SUMMER"></SPAN>BED IN SUMMER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In winter I get up at night<br/></span> <span class="i0">And dress by yellow candle-light.<br/></span> <span class="i0">In summer, quite the other way,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I have to go to bed by day.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I have to go to bed and see<br/></span> <span class="i0">The birds still hopping on the tree,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or hear the grown-up people's feet<br/></span> <span class="i0">Still going past me in the street.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And does it not seem hard to you,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When all the sky is clear and blue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I should like so much to play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To have to go to bed by day?<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img018a_th.png" width-obs="419" height-obs="405" alt="Mary" title="" /> <span class="caption">Mary</span></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img018b_th.png" width-obs="418" height-obs="408" alt="Hans" title="" /> <span class="caption">Hans</span></div> <h2><SPAN name="A_THOUGHT" id="A_THOUGHT"></SPAN>A THOUGHT</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">It is very nice to think<br/></span> <span class="i0">The world is full of meat and drink,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With little children saying grace<br/></span> <span class="i0">In every Christian kind of place.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img018c_th.png" width-obs="394" height-obs="405" alt="Biddy" title="" /> <span class="caption">Biddy</span></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img018d_th.png" width-obs="370" height-obs="420" alt="Fifine" title="" /> <span class="caption">Fifine</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus020.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus020_th.jpg" width-obs="309" height-obs="481" alt="BED IN SUMMER" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">BED IN SUMMER</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img021a_th.png" width-obs="414" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="AT_THE_SEA-SIDE" id="AT_THE_SEA-SIDE"></SPAN>AT THE SEA-SIDE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When I was down beside the sea<br/></span> <span class="i0">A wooden spade they gave to me<br/></span> <span class="i2">To dig the sandy shore.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">My holes were empty like a cup.<br/></span> <span class="i0">In every hole the sea came up,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Till it could come no more.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img021b_th.png" width-obs="284" height-obs="301" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img022_th.png" width-obs="337" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="YOUNG_NIGHT-THOUGHT" id="YOUNG_NIGHT-THOUGHT"></SPAN>YOUNG NIGHT-THOUGHT</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All night long and every night,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When my mama puts out the light,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I see the people marching by,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As plain as day, before my eye.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Armies and emperors and kings,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All carrying different kinds of things,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And marching in so grand a way,<br/></span> <span class="i0">You never saw the like by day.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So fine a show was never seen<br/></span> <span class="i0">At the great circus on the green;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For every kind of beast and man<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is marching in that caravan.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">At first they move a little slow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But still the faster on they go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And still beside them close I keep<br/></span> <span class="i0">Until we reach the town of Sleep.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img023a_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="358" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="WHOLE_DUTY_OF_CHILDREN" id="WHOLE_DUTY_OF_CHILDREN"></SPAN>WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A child should always say what's true<br/></span> <span class="i0">And speak when he is spoken to,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And behave mannerly at table;<br/></span> <span class="i0">At least as far as he is able.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="RAIN" id="RAIN"></SPAN>RAIN</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The rain is raining all around,<br/></span> <span class="i2">It falls on field and tree,<br/></span> <span class="i0">It rains on the umbrellas here,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And on the ships at sea.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img023b_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="475" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img024_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="418" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="PIRATE_STORY" id="PIRATE_STORY"></SPAN>PIRATE STORY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Wary of the weather and steering by a star?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="FOREIGN_LANDS" id="FOREIGN_LANDS"></SPAN>FOREIGN LANDS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Up into the cherry tree<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who should climb but little me?<br/></span> <span class="i0">I held the trunk with both my hands<br/></span> <span class="i0">And looked abroad on foreign lands.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I saw the next door garden lie,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Adorned with flowers, before my eye,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And many pleasant places more<br/></span> <span class="i0">That I had never seen before.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I saw the dimpling river pass<br/></span> <span class="i0">And be the sky's blue looking-glass;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The dusty roads go up and down<br/></span> <span class="i0">With people tramping in to town.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">If I could find a higher tree<br/></span> <span class="i0">Farther and farther I should see,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To where the grown-up river slips<br/></span> <span class="i0">Into the sea among the ships,<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">To where the roads on either hand<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lead onward into fairy land,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where all the children dine at five,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all the playthings come alive.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img025_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="232" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img026a_th.png" width-obs="288" height-obs="213" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="WINDY_NIGHTS" id="WINDY_NIGHTS"></SPAN>WINDY NIGHTS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Whenever the moon and stars are set,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Whenever the wind is high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All night long in the dark and wet,<br/></span> <span class="i2">A man goes riding by.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Late in the night when the fires are out,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Why does he gallop and gallop about?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Whenever the trees are crying aloud,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And ships are tossed at sea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">By, on the highway, low and loud,<br/></span> <span class="i2">By at the gallop goes he.<br/></span> <span class="i0">By at the gallop he goes, and then<br/></span> <span class="i0">By he comes back at the gallop again.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img026b_th.png" width-obs="300" height-obs="218" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus027.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus027_th.jpg" width-obs="305" height-obs="480" alt="FOREIGN LANDS" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">FOREIGN LANDS</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="TRAVEL" id="TRAVEL"></SPAN>TRAVEL</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I should like to rise and go<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the golden apples grow;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where below another sky<br/></span> <span class="i0">Parrot islands anchored lie,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And, watched by cockatoos and goats,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lonely Crusoes building boats;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where in sunshine reaching out<br/></span> <span class="i0">Eastern cities, miles about,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are with mosque and minaret<br/></span> <span class="i0">Among sandy gardens set,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the rich goods from near and far<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hang for sale in the bazaar;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the Great Wall round China goes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And on one side the desert blows,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And with bell and voice and drum,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Cities on the other hum;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where are forests, hot as fire,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Wide as England, tall as a spire,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Full of apes and cocoa-nuts<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the negro hunters' huts;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the knotty crocodile<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lies and blinks in the Nile,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the red flamingo flies<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hunting fish before his eyes;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where in jungles, near and far,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Man-devouring tigers are,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lying close and giving ear<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lest the hunt be drawing near,<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img029_th.png" width-obs="258" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Or a comer-by be seen<br/></span> <span class="i0">Swinging in a palanquin;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where among the desert sands<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some deserted city stands,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All its children, sweep and prince,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Grown to manhood ages since,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Not a foot in street or house,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Not a stir of child or mouse,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when kindly falls the night,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In all the town no spark of light.<br/></span> <span class="i0">There I'll come when I'm a man<br/></span> <span class="i0">With a camel caravan;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Light a fire in the gloom<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of some dusty dining-room;<br/></span> <span class="i0">See the pictures on the walls,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Heroes, fights, and festivals;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in a corner find the toys<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of the old Egyptian boys.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img031_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="390" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="SINGING" id="SINGING"></SPAN>SINGING</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Of speckled eggs the birdie sings<br/></span> <span class="i2">And nests among the trees;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The sailor sings of ropes and things<br/></span> <span class="i2">In ships upon the seas.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The children sing in far Japan,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The children sing in Spain;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The organ with the organ man<br/></span> <span class="i2">Is singing in the rain.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img032_th.png" width-obs="300" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="LOOKING_FORWARD" id="LOOKING_FORWARD"></SPAN>LOOKING FORWARD</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When I am grown to man's estate<br/></span> <span class="i0">I shall be very proud and great,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And tell the other girls and boys<br/></span> <span class="i0">Not to meddle with my toys.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="A_GOOD_PLAY" id="A_GOOD_PLAY"></SPAN>A GOOD PLAY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We built a ship upon the stairs<br/></span> <span class="i0">All made of the back-bedroom chairs,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And filled it full of sofa pillows<br/></span> <span class="i0">To go a-sailing on the billows.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We took a saw and several nails,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And water in the nursery pails;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Tom said, "Let us also take<br/></span> <span class="i0">An apple and a slice of cake;"&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Which was enough for Tom and me<br/></span> <span class="i0">To go a-sailing on, till tea.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We sailed along for days and days<br/></span> <span class="i0">And had the very best of plays;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So there was no one left but me.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img033_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="185" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <h2><SPAN name="WHERE_GO_THE_BOATS" id="WHERE_GO_THE_BOATS"></SPAN>WHERE GO THE BOATS?</h2> <div class='padding'> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img034_th.png" width-obs="246" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Dark brown is the river,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Golden is the sand.<br/></span> <span class="i0">It flows along for ever,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With trees on either hand.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Green leaves a-floating,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Castles of the foam,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Boats of mine a-boating&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Where will all come home?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">On goes the river<br/></span> <span class="i2">And out past the mill,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Away down the valley,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Away down the hill.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Away down the river,<br/></span> <span class="i2">A hundred miles or more,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Other little children<br/></span> <span class="i2">Shall bring my boats ashore.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img035_th.png" width-obs="316" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="AUNTIES_SKIRTS" id="AUNTIES_SKIRTS"></SPAN>AUNTIE'S SKIRTS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Whenever Auntie moves around,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Her dresses make a curious sound,<br/></span> <span class="i0">They trail behind her up the floor,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And trundle after through the door.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img036_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="193" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_LAND_OF_COUNTERPANE" id="THE_LAND_OF_COUNTERPANE"></SPAN>THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When I was sick and lay a-bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I had two pillows at my head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all my toys beside me lay<br/></span> <span class="i0">To keep me happy all the day.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And sometimes for an hour or so<br/></span> <span class="i0">I watched my leaden soldiers go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With different uniforms and drills,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And sometimes sent my ships in fleets<br/></span> <span class="i0">All up and down among the sheets;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or brought my trees and houses out,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And planted cities all about.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I was the giant great and still<br/></span> <span class="i0">That sits upon the pillow-hill,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And sees before him, dale and plain,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The pleasant land of counterpane.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus037.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus037_th.jpg" width-obs="309" height-obs="480" alt="THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="THE_LAND_OF_NOD" id="THE_LAND_OF_NOD"></SPAN>THE LAND OF NOD</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">From breakfast on through all the day<br/></span> <span class="i0">At home among my friends I stay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But every night I go abroad<br/></span> <span class="i0">Afar into the land of Nod.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All by myself I have to go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With none to tell me what to do&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">All alone beside the streams<br/></span> <span class="i0">And up the mountain-sides of dreams.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img039_th.png" width-obs="128" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The strangest things are there for me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Both things to eat and things to see,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And many frightening sights abroad<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till morning in the land of Nod.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Try as I like to find the way,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I never can get back by day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nor can remember plain and clear<br/></span> <span class="i0">The curious music that I hear.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img040_th.png" width-obs="410" height-obs="308" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MY_SHADOW" id="MY_SHADOW"></SPAN>MY SHADOW</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.<br/></span> <span class="i0">He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.<br/></span> <span class="i0">He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;<br/></span> <span class="i0">I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus041.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus041_th.jpg" width-obs="306" height-obs="479" alt="MY SHADOW" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">MY SHADOW</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">One morning, very early, before the sun was up,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img043_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="400" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img044_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="305" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <h2><SPAN name="SYSTEM" id="SYSTEM"></SPAN>SYSTEM</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Every night my prayers I say,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And get my dinner every day;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And every day that I've been good,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I get an orange after food.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The child that is not clean and neat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With lots of toys and things to eat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He is a naughty child, I'm sure&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or else his dear papa is poor.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img045_th.png" width-obs="417" height-obs="468" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="A_GOOD_BOY" id="A_GOOD_BOY"></SPAN>A GOOD BOY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,<br/></span> <span class="i0">No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="ESCAPE_AT_BEDTIME" id="ESCAPE_AT_BEDTIME"></SPAN>ESCAPE AT BEDTIME</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out<br/></span> <span class="i2">Through the blinds and the windows and bars;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And high overhead and all moving about,<br/></span> <span class="i2">There were thousands of millions of stars.<br/></span> <span class="i0">There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor of people in church or the Park,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And that glittered and winked in the dark.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the star of the sailor, and Mars,<br/></span> <span class="i0">These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall<br/></span> <span class="i2">Would be half full of water and stars.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And they soon had me packed into bed;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the stars going round in my head.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img046_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="342" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img047_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="353" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MARCHING_SONG" id="MARCHING_SONG"></SPAN>MARCHING SONG</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Bring the comb and play upon it!<br/></span> <span class="i2">Marching, here we come!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Willie cocks his highland bonnet,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Johnnie beats the drum.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Mary Jane commands the party,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Peter leads the rear;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Feet in time, alert and hearty,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Each a Grenadier!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All in the most martial manner<br/></span> <span class="i2">Marching double-quick;<br/></span> <span class="i0">While the napkin, like a banner,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Waves upon the stick!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here's enough of fame and pillage,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Great commander Jane!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Now that we've been round the village,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Let's go home again.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img048a_th.png" width-obs="454" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_COW" id="THE_COW"></SPAN>THE COW</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The friendly cow all red and white,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I love with all my heart:<br/></span> <span class="i0">She gives me cream with all her might,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To eat with apple-tart.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She wanders lowing here and there,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And yet she cannot stray,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All in the pleasant open air,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The pleasant light of day;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And blown by all the winds that pass<br/></span> <span class="i2">And wet with all the showers,<br/></span> <span class="i0">She walks among the meadow grass<br/></span> <span class="i2">And eats the meadow flowers.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img048b_th.png" width-obs="173" height-obs="177" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img049a_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="162" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="HAPPY_THOUGHT" id="HAPPY_THOUGHT"></SPAN>HAPPY THOUGHT</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The world is so full of a number of things,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img049b_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="175" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="THE_WIND" id="THE_WIND"></SPAN>THE WIND</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I saw you toss the kites on high<br/></span> <span class="i0">And blow the birds about the sky;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all around I heard you pass,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like ladies' skirts across the grass&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, a-blowing all day long,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, that sings so loud a song!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I saw the different things you did,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But always you yourself you hid.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I felt you push, I heard you call,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I could not see yourself at all&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, a-blowing all day long,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, that sings so loud a song!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">O you that are so strong and cold,<br/></span> <span class="i0">O blower, are you young or old?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are you a beast of field and tree,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or just a stronger child than me?<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, a-blowing all day long,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O wind, that sings so loud a song!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img050_th.png" width-obs="237" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="KEEPSAKE_MILL" id="KEEPSAKE_MILL"></SPAN>KEEPSAKE MILL</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Over the borders, a sin without pardon,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Breaking the branches and crawling below,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Out through the breach in the wall of the garden,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Down by the banks of the river, we go.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here is the mill with the humming of thunder,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Here is the weir with the wonder of foam,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here is the sluice with the race running under&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Marvellous places, though handy to home!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Stiller the note of the birds on the hill;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Years may go by, and the wheel in the river<br/></span> <span class="i2">Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever<br/></span> <span class="i2">Long after all of the boys are away.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Home from the Indies and home from the ocean,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Heroes and soldiers we all shall come home;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Turning and churning that river to foam.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I with your marble of Saturday last,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Here we shall meet and remember the past.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img052_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="353" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img053_th.png" width-obs="363" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="GOOD_AND_BAD_CHILDREN" id="GOOD_AND_BAD_CHILDREN"></SPAN>GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Children, you are very little,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And your bones are very brittle;<br/></span> <span class="i0">If you would grow great and stately,<br/></span> <span class="i0">You must try to walk sedately.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You must still be bright and quiet,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And content with simple diet;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And remain, through all bewild'ring,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Innocent and honest children.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Happy hearts and happy faces,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Happy play in grassy places&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">That was how, in ancient ages,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Children grew to kings and sages.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But the unkind and the unruly,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the sort who eat unduly,<br/></span> <span class="i0">They must never hope for glory&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Theirs is quite a different story!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Cruel children, crying babies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All grew up as geese and gabies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hated, as their age increases,<br/></span> <span class="i0">By their nephews and their nieces.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img055_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="363" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="FOREIGN_CHILDREN" id="FOREIGN_CHILDREN"></SPAN>FOREIGN CHILDREN</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little frosty Eskimo,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little Turk or Japanee,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh! don't you wish that you were me?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You have seen the scarlet trees<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the lions over seas;<br/></span> <span class="i0">You have eaten ostrich eggs,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And turned the turtles off their legs.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Such a life is very fine,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But it's not so nice as mine:<br/></span> <span class="i0">You must often, as you trod,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Have wearied <i>not</i> to be abroad.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You have curious things to eat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I am fed on proper meat;<br/></span> <span class="i0">You must dwell beyond the foam,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But I am safe and live at home.<br/></span> <span class="i2">Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Little frosty Eskimo,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Little Turk or Japanee,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh! don't you wish that you were me?<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus057.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus057_th.jpg" width-obs="305" height-obs="480" alt="FOREIGN CHILDREN" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">FOREIGN CHILDREN</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img059_th.png" width-obs="382" height-obs="479" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_SUN_TRAVELS" id="THE_SUN_TRAVELS"></SPAN>THE SUN TRAVELS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The sun is not a-bed, when I<br/></span> <span class="i0">At night upon my pillow lie;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Still round the earth his way he takes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And morning after morning makes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">While here at home, in shining day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We round the sunny garden play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each little Indian sleepy-head<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is being kissed and put to bed.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And when at eve I rise from tea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all the children in the West<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are getting up and being dressed.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="THE_LAMPLIGHTER" id="THE_LAMPLIGHTER"></SPAN>THE LAMPLIGHTER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky.<br/></span> <span class="i0">It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For every night at teatime and before you take your seat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img060_th.png" width-obs="195" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I'm to do,<br/></span> <span class="i0">O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And oh! before you hurry by with ladder and with light;<br/></span> <span class="i0">O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him tonight!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img061_th.png" width-obs="458" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MY_BED_IS_A_BOAT" id="MY_BED_IS_A_BOAT"></SPAN>MY BED IS A BOAT</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">My bed is like a little boat;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nurse helps me in when I embark;<br/></span> <span class="i0">She girds me in my sailor's coat<br/></span> <span class="i2">And starts me in the dark.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">At night, I go on board and say<br/></span> <span class="i2">Good-night to all my friends on shore;<br/></span> <span class="i0">I shut my eyes and sail away<br/></span> <span class="i2">And see and hear no more.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And sometimes things to bed I take,<br/></span> <span class="i2">As prudent sailors have to do;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Perhaps a toy or two.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All night across the dark we steer;<br/></span> <span class="i2">But when the day returns at last,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Safe in my room, beside the pier,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I find my vessel fast.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img063a_th.png" width-obs="342" height-obs="343" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_MOON" id="THE_MOON"></SPAN>THE MOON</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;<br/></span> <span class="i0">She shines on thieves on the garden wall,<br/></span> <span class="i0">On streets and field and harbour quays,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The howling dog by the door of the house,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The bat that lies in bed at noon,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All love to be out by the light of the moon.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But all of the things that belong to the day<br/></span> <span class="i0">Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And flowers and children close their eyes<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/img063b_th.png" width-obs="381" height-obs="178" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img064_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="236" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_SWING" id="THE_SWING"></SPAN>THE SWING</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How do you like to go up in a swing,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Up in the air so blue?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing<br/></span> <span class="i2">Ever a child can do!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Up in the air and over the wall,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Till I can see so wide,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Rivers and trees and cattle and all<br/></span> <span class="i2">Over the countryside&mdash;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Till I look down on the garden green,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Down on the roof so brown&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Up in the air I go flying again,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Up in the air and down!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img065_th.png" width-obs="425" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TIME_TO_RISE" id="TIME_TO_RISE"></SPAN>TIME TO RISE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A birdie with a yellow bill<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hopped upon the window sill,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Cocked his shining eye and said:<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img066_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="211" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="LOOKING-GLASS_RIVER" id="LOOKING-GLASS_RIVER"></SPAN>LOOKING-GLASS RIVER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Smooth it glides upon its travel,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Here a wimple, there a gleam&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i4">O the clean gravel!<br/></span> <span class="i4">O the smooth stream!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Paven pools as clear as air&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i4">How a child wishes<br/></span> <span class="i4">To live down there!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We can see our coloured faces<br/></span> <span class="i2">Floating on the shaken pool<br/></span> <span class="i4">Down in cool places,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Dim and very cool;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Till a wind or water wrinkle,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Dipping marten, plumping trout,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Spreads in a twinkle<br/></span> <span class="i4">And blots all out.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">See the rings pursue each other;<br/></span> <span class="i2">All below grows black as night,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Just as if mother<br/></span> <span class="i4">Had blown out the light!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Patience, children, just a minute&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">See the spreading circles die;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The stream and all in it<br/></span> <span class="i4">Will clear by-and-by.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="FAIRY_BREAD" id="FAIRY_BREAD"></SPAN>FAIRY BREAD</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Come up here, O dusty feet!<br/></span> <span class="i2">Here is fairy bread to eat.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here in my retiring room,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Children, you may dine<br/></span> <span class="i0">On the golden smell of broom<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the shade of pine;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when you have eaten well,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fairy stories hear and tell.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img068_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="358" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img069_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="219" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="FROM_A_RAILWAY_CARRIAGE" id="FROM_A_RAILWAY_CARRIAGE"></SPAN>FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Faster than fairies, faster than witches,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And charging along like troops in a battle<br/></span> <span class="i0">All through the meadows the horses and cattle:<br/></span> <span class="i0">All of the sights of the hill and the plain<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fly as thick as driving rain;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And ever again, in the wink of an eye,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Painted stations whistle by.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All by himself and gathering brambles;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And there is the green for stringing the daisies<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here is a cart run away in the road<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lumping along with man and load;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And here is a mill, and there is a river:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each a glimpse and gone for ever!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="WINTER-TIME" id="WINTER-TIME"></SPAN>WINTER-TIME</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Blinks but an hour or two; and then,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A blood-red orange, sets again.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Before the stars have left the skies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">At morning in the dark I rise;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And shivering in my nakedness,<br/></span> <span class="i0">By the cold candle, bathe and dress.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Close by the jolly fire I sit<br/></span> <span class="i0">To warm my frozen bones a bit;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or with a reindeer-sled, explore<br/></span> <span class="i0">The colder countries round the door.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When to go out, my nurse doth wrap<br/></span> <span class="i0">Me in my comforter and cap;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The cold wind burns my face, and blows<br/></span> <span class="i0">Its frosty pepper up my nose.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Black are my steps on silver sod;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And tree and house, and hill and lake,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are frosted like a wedding-cake.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img070_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img071_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="345" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_HAYLOFT" id="THE_HAYLOFT"></SPAN>THE HAYLOFT</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Through all the pleasant meadow-side<br/></span> <span class="i2">The grass grew shoulder-high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till the shining scythes went far and wide<br/></span> <span class="i2">And cut it down to dry.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Those green and sweetly smelling crops<br/></span> <span class="i2">They led in waggons home;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And they piled them here in mountain tops<br/></span> <span class="i2">For mountaineers to roam.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Mount Eagle and Mount High;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The mice that in these mountains dwell,<br/></span> <span class="i2">No happier are than I!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Oh, what a joy to clamber there,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Oh, what a place for play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The happy hills of hay!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus073.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus073_th.jpg" width-obs="317" height-obs="481" alt="THE HAYLOFT" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">THE HAYLOFT</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img075_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="240" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="FAREWELL_TO_THE_FARM" id="FAREWELL_TO_THE_FARM"></SPAN>FAREWELL TO THE FARM</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The coach is at the door at last;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The eager children, mounting fast<br/></span> <span class="i0">And kissing hands, in chorus sing:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">To house and garden, field and lawn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The meadow-gates we swang upon,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To pump and stable, tree and swing,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And fare you well for evermore,<br/></span> <span class="i0">O ladder at the hayloft door,<br/></span> <span class="i0">O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Crack goes the whip, and off we go;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The trees and houses smaller grow;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Last, round the woody turn we swing:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img076_th.png" width-obs="298" height-obs="447" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <h2><SPAN name="NORTH-WEST_PASSAGE" id="NORTH-WEST_PASSAGE"></SPAN>NORTH-WEST PASSAGE</h2> <p class='center'><i>1. Good-night</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When the bright lamp is carried in,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The sunless hours again begin;<br/></span> <span class="i0">O'er all without, in field and lane,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The haunted night returns again.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now we behold the embers flee<br/></span> <span class="i0">About the firelit hearth; and see<br/></span> <span class="i0">Our faces painted as we pass,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like pictures, on the window-glass.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Must we to bed indeed? Well then,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let us arise and go like men,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And face with an undaunted tread<br/></span> <span class="i0">The long black passage up to bed.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus077.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus077_th.jpg" width-obs="320" height-obs="481" alt="NORTH-WEST PASSAGE" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">NORTH-WEST PASSAGE</span></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Farewell, O brother, sister, sire!<br/></span> <span class="i0">O pleasant party round the fire!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The songs you sing, the tales you tell,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till far to-morrow, fare ye well!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img079_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="282" alt="" title="" /></div> <p class='center'><i>2. Shadow March</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All round the house is the jet-black night;<br/></span> <span class="i0">It stares through the window-pane;<br/></span> <span class="i0">It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And it moves with the moving flame.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With the breath of the Bogie in my hair;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all round the candle the crooked shadows come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And go marching along up the stair.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The shadow of the child that goes to bed&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With the black night overhead.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img080_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="414" alt="" title="" /></div> <p class='center'><i>3. In Port</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Last, to the chamber where I lie<br/></span> <span class="i0">My fearful footsteps patter nigh,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And come from out the cold and gloom<br/></span> <span class="i0">Into my warm and cheerful room.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There, safe arrived, we turn about<br/></span> <span class="i0">To keep the coming shadows out,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And close the happy door at last<br/></span> <span class="i0">On all the perils that we past.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then, when mamma goes by to bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">She shall come in with tip-toe tread,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And see me lying warm and fast<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in the Land of Nod at last.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="THE_CHILD_ALONE" id="THE_CHILD_ALONE"></SPAN>THE CHILD ALONE</h2> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img083_th.png" width-obs="398" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img085_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="209" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_UNSEEN_PLAYMATE" id="THE_UNSEEN_PLAYMATE"></SPAN>THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When children are playing alone on the green,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In comes the playmate that never was seen.<br/></span> <span class="i0">When children are happy and lonely and good,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Nobody heard him and nobody saw,<br/></span> <span class="i0">His is a picture you never could draw,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When children are happy and playing alone.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He loves to be little, he hates to be big,<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig;<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin<br/></span> <span class="i0">That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">'Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img087_th.png" width-obs="434" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MY_SHIP_AND_I" id="MY_SHIP_AND_I"></SPAN>MY SHIP AND I</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out<br/></span> <span class="i2">How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the dolly I intend to come alive;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To land upon the island where no dolly was before,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img089_th.png" width-obs="288" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MY_KINGDOM" id="MY_KINGDOM"></SPAN>MY KINGDOM</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Down by a shining water well<br/></span> <span class="i0">I found a very little dell,<br/></span> <span class="i2">No higher than my head.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The heather and the gorse about<br/></span> <span class="i0">In summer bloom were coming out,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Some yellow and some red.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I called the little pool a sea;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little hills were big to me;<br/></span> <span class="i2">For I am very small.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I made a boat, I made a town,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I searched the caverns up and down,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And named them one and all.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And all about was mine, I said,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little sparrows overhead,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The little minnows too.<br/></span> <span class="i0">This was the world and I was king;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For me the bees came by to sing,<br/></span> <span class="i2">For me the swallows flew.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I played there were no deeper seas,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nor any wider plains than these,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor other kings than me.<br/></span> <span class="i0">At last I heard my mother call<br/></span> <span class="i0">Out from the house at evenfall,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To call me home to tea.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And I must rise and leave my dell,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And leave my dimpled water well,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And leave my heather blooms.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Alas! and as my home I neared,<br/></span> <span class="i0">How very big my nurse appeared.<br/></span> <span class="i2">How great and cool the rooms!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img091_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="423" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="PICTURE-BOOKS_IN_WINTER" id="PICTURE-BOOKS_IN_WINTER"></SPAN>PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Summer fading, winter comes&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Window robins, winter rooks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the picture story-books.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Water now is turned to stone<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nurse and I can walk upon;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Still we find the flowing brooks<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the picture story-books.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All the pretty things put by,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Wait upon the children's eye,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the picture story-books.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We may see how all things are,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Seas and cities, near and far,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the flying fairies' looks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the picture story-books.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How am I to sing your praise,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Happy chimney-corner days,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sitting safe in nursery nooks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Reading picture story-books?<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus093.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus093_th.jpg" width-obs="322" height-obs="479" alt="PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img095_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="449" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="MY_TREASURES" id="MY_TREASURES"></SPAN>MY TREASURES</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me<br/></span> <span class="i0">In a wood with a well by the side of the sea.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!)<br/></span> <span class="i0">By the side of a field at the end of the grounds.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own,<br/></span> <span class="i0">It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We discovered I cannot tell <i>how</i> far away;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I carried it back although weary and cold,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For though father denies it, I'm sure it is gold.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But of all my treasures the last is the king,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For there's very few children possess such a thing;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And that is a chisel, both handle and blade,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Which a man who was really a carpenter made.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img097_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="458" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="BLOCK_CITY" id="BLOCK_CITY"></SPAN>BLOCK CITY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What are you able to build with your blocks?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Castles and palaces, temples and docks.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But I can be happy and building at home.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">There I'll establish a city for me:<br/></span> <span class="i0">A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Great is the palace with pillar and wall,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A sort of a tower on the top of it all,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And steps coming down in an orderly way<br/></span> <span class="i0">To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">This one is sailing and that one is moored:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hark to the song of the sailors on board!<br/></span> <span class="i0">And see, on the steps of my palace, the kings<br/></span> <span class="i0">Coming and going with presents and things!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now I have done with it, down let it go!<br/></span> <span class="i0">All in a moment the town is laid low.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Block upon block lying scattered and free,<br/></span> <span class="i0">What is there left of my town by the sea?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Yet as I saw it, I see it again,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And as long as I live and where'er I may be,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I'll always remember my town by the sea.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img099_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="241" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_LAND_OF_STORY-BOOKS" id="THE_LAND_OF_STORY-BOOKS"></SPAN>THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">At evening when the lamp is lit,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Around the fire my parents sit;<br/></span> <span class="i0">They sit at home and talk and sing,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And do not play at anything.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now, with my little gun, I crawl<br/></span> <span class="i0">All in the dark along the wall,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And follow round the forest track<br/></span> <span class="i0">Away behind the sofa back.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There, in the night, where none can spy,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All in my hunter's camp I lie,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And play at books that I have read<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till it is time to go to bed.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These are the hills, these are the woods,<br/></span> <span class="i0">These are my starry solitudes;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And there the river by whose brink<br/></span> <span class="i0">The roaring lions come to drink.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I see the others far away<br/></span> <span class="i0">As if in firelit camp they lay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I, like to an Indian scout,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Around their party prowled about.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So, when my nurse comes in for me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Home I return across the sea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And go to bed with backward looks<br/></span> <span class="i0">At my dear land of Story-books.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img101_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="274" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="ARMIES_IN_THE_FIRE" id="ARMIES_IN_THE_FIRE"></SPAN>ARMIES IN THE FIRE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The lamps now glitter down the street;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Faintly sound the falling feet;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the blue even slowly falls<br/></span> <span class="i0">About the garden trees and walls.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now in the falling of the gloom<br/></span> <span class="i0">The red fire paints the empty room:<br/></span> <span class="i0">And warmly on the roof it looks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And flickers on the backs of books.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Armies march by tower and spire<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of cities blazing, in the fire;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till as I gaze with staring eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The armies fade, the lustre dies.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then once again the glow returns;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Again the phantom city burns;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And down the red-hot valley, lo!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The phantom armies marching go!<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Blinking embers, tell me true<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where are those armies marching to,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And what the burning city is<br/></span> <span class="i0">That crumbles in your furnaces!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img103_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="216" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_LITTLE_LAND" id="THE_LITTLE_LAND"></SPAN>THE LITTLE LAND</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When at home alone I sit,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And am very tired of it,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I have just to shut my eyes<br/></span> <span class="i0">To go sailing through the skies&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">To go sailing far away<br/></span> <span class="i0">To the pleasant Land of Play;<br/></span> <span class="i0">To the fairy land afar<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the Little People are;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the clover-tops are trees,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the rain-pools are the seas,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the leaves, like little ships,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sail about on tiny trips;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And above the daisy tree<br/></span> <span class="i2">Through the grasses,<br/></span> <span class="i0">High o'erhead the Bumble Bee<br/></span> <span class="i2">Hums and passes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In that forest to and fro<br/></span> <span class="i0">I can wander, I can go;<br/></span> <span class="i0">See the spider and the fly,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the ants go marching by,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Carrying parcels with their feet<br/></span> <span class="i0">Down the green and grassy street.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I can in the sorrel sit<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the ladybird alit.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I can climb the jointed grass<br/></span> <span class="i2">And on high<br/></span> <span class="i0">See the greater swallows pass<br/></span> <span class="i2">In the sky,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the round sun rolling by<br/></span> <span class="i0">Heeding no such things as I.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Through that forest I can pass<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till, as in a looking-glass,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Humming fly and daisy tree<br/></span> <span class="i0">And my tiny self I see,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Painted very clear and neat<br/></span> <span class="i0">On the rain-pool at my feet.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Should a leaflet come to land<br/></span> <span class="i0">Drifting near to where I stand,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Straight I'll board that tiny boat<br/></span> <span class="i0">Round the rain-pool sea to float.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Little thoughtful creatures sit<br/></span> <span class="i0">On the grassy coasts of it;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little things with lovely eyes<br/></span> <span class="i0">See me sailing with surprise.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some are clad in armour green&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">(These have sure to battle been!)&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some are pied with ev'ry hue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Black and crimson, gold and blue;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some have wings and swift are gone;&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But they all look kindly on.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus105.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus105_th.jpg" width-obs="312" height-obs="480" alt="THE LITTLE LAND" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">THE LITTLE LAND</span></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">When my eyes I once again<br/></span> <span class="i2">Open, and see all things plain:<br/></span> <span class="i0">High bare walls, great bare floor;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Great big knobs on drawer and door;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Great big people perched on chairs,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Stitching tucks and mending tears,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each a hill that I could climb,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And talking nonsense all the time&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">O dear me,<br/></span> <span class="i2">That I could be<br/></span> <span class="i0">A sailor on the rain-pool sea,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A climber in the clover tree,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And just come back, a sleepy-head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Late at night to go to bed.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="GARDEN_DAYS" id="GARDEN_DAYS"></SPAN>GARDEN DAYS</h2> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img109_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="269" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img111_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="217" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="NIGHT_AND_DAY" id="NIGHT_AND_DAY"></SPAN>NIGHT AND DAY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When the golden day is done,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Through the closing portal,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Child and garden, flower and sun,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Vanish all things mortal.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">As the blinding shadows fall<br/></span> <span class="i2">As the rays diminish,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Under evening's cloak, they all<br/></span> <span class="i2">Roll away and vanish.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Garden darkened, daisy shut,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Child in bed, they slumber&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Glow-worm in the highway rut,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Mice among the lumber.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the darkness houses shine,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Parents move with candles;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till on all, the night divine<br/></span> <span class="i2">Turns the bedroom handles.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Till at last the day begins<br/></span> <span class="i2">In the east a-breaking,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the hedges and the whins<br/></span> <span class="i2">Sleeping birds a-waking.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the darkness shapes of things,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Houses, trees and hedges,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Clearer grow; and sparrow's wings<br/></span> <span class="i2">Beat on window ledges.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These shall wake the yawning maid;<br/></span> <span class="i2">She the door shall open&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Finding dew on garden glade<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the morning broken.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There my garden grows again<br/></span> <span class="i2">Green and rosy painted,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As at eve behind the pane<br/></span> <span class="i2">From my eyes it fainted.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Just as it was shut away,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Toy-like, in the even,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here I see it glow with day<br/></span> <span class="i2">Under glowing heaven.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Every path and every plot,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Every bush of roses,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Every blue forget-me-not<br/></span> <span class="i2">Where the dew reposes.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Up!" they cry, "the day is come<br/></span> <span class="i2">On the smiling valleys:<br/></span> <span class="i0">We have beat the morning drum;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Playmate, join your allies!"<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img113_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="378" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img114_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="326" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="NEST_EGGS" id="NEST_EGGS"></SPAN>NEST EGGS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Birds all the sunny day<br/></span> <span class="i2">Flutter and quarrel<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here in the arbour-like<br/></span> <span class="i2">Tent of the laurel.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here in the fork<br/></span> <span class="i2">The brown nest is seated;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Four little blue eggs<br/></span> <span class="i2">The mother keeps heated.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">While we stand watching her<br/></span> <span class="i2">Staring like gabies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Safe in each egg are the<br/></span> <span class="i2">Bird's little babies.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Soon the frail eggs they shall<br/></span> <span class="i2">Chip, and upspringing<br/></span> <span class="i0">Make all the April woods<br/></span> <span class="i2">Merry with singing.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Younger than we are,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O children, and frailer,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Soon in blue air they'll be,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Singer and sailor.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">We, so much older,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Taller and stronger,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We shall look down on the<br/></span> <span class="i2">Birdies no longer.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">They shall go flying<br/></span> <span class="i2">With musical speeches<br/></span> <span class="i0">High over head in the<br/></span> <span class="i2">Tops of the beeches.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In spite of our wisdom<br/></span> <span class="i2">And sensible talking,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We on our feet must go<br/></span> <span class="i2">Plodding and walking.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img116_th.png" width-obs="380" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_FLOWERS" id="THE_FLOWERS"></SPAN>THE FLOWERS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All the names I know from nurse:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the Lady Hollyhock.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Fairy places, fairy things,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Tiny trees for tiny dames&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">These must all be fairy names!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Tiny woods below whose boughs<br/></span> <span class="i0">Shady fairies weave a house;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where the braver fairies climb!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus117.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus117_th.jpg" width-obs="321" height-obs="480" alt="THE FLOWERS" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">THE FLOWERS</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Fair are grown-up people's trees,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But the fairest woods are these;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where, if I were not so tall,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I should live for good and all.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="SUMMER_SUN" id="SUMMER_SUN"></SPAN>SUMMER SUN</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Great is the sun, and wide he goes<br/></span> <span class="i0">Through empty heaven without repose;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in the blue and glowing days<br/></span> <span class="i0">More thick than rain he showers his rays.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Though closer still the blinds we pull<br/></span> <span class="i0">To keep the shady parlour cool,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Yet he will find a chink or two<br/></span> <span class="i0">To slip his golden fingers through.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The dusty attic spider-clad<br/></span> <span class="i0">He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And through the broken edge of tiles<br/></span> <span class="i0">Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Meantime his golden face around<br/></span> <span class="i0">He bares to all the garden ground,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And sheds a warm and glittering look<br/></span> <span class="i0">Among the ivy's inmost nook.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Above the hills, along the blue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Round the bright air with footing true,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To please the child, to paint the rose,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The gardener of the World, he goes.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/img120_th.png" width-obs="466" height-obs="417" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <h2><SPAN name="THE_DUMB_SOLDIER" id="THE_DUMB_SOLDIER"></SPAN>THE DUMB SOLDIER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When the grass was closely mown,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Walking on the lawn alone,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the turf a hole I found,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And hid a soldier underground.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Spring and daisies came apace;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Grasses hide my hiding place;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Grasses run like a green sea<br/></span> <span class="i0">O'er the lawn up to my knee.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Under grass alone he lies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Looking up with leaden eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Scarlet coat and pointed gun,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To the stars and to the sun.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When the grass is ripe like grain,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When the scythe is stoned again,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When the lawn is shaven clear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then my hole shall reappear.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I shall find him, never fear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I shall find my grenadier;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But for all that's gone and come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I shall find my soldier dumb.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He has lived, a little thing,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the grassy woods of spring;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Done, if he could tell me true,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Just as I should like to do.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He has seen the starry hours<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the springing of the flowers;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the fairy things that pass<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the forests of the grass.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the silence he has heard<br/></span> <span class="i0">Talking bee and ladybird,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the butterfly has flown<br/></span> <span class="i0">O'er him as he lay alone.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Not a word will he disclose,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Not a word of all he knows.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I must lay him on the shelf,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And make up the tale myself.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img122_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="129" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img123_th.png" width-obs="389" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="AUTUMN_FIRES" id="AUTUMN_FIRES"></SPAN>AUTUMN FIRES</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the other gardens<br/></span> <span class="i2">And all up the vale,<br/></span> <span class="i0">From the autumn bonfires<br/></span> <span class="i2">See the smoke trail!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Pleasant summer over<br/></span> <span class="i2">And all the summer flowers,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The red fire blazes,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The grey smoke towers.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Sing a song of seasons!<br/></span> <span class="i2">Something bright in all!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Flowers in the summer,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Fires in the fall!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img124_th.png" width-obs="400" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="THE_GARDENER" id="THE_GARDENER"></SPAN>THE GARDENER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The gardener does not love to talk,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He makes me keep the gravel walk;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when he puts his tools away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He locks the door and takes the key.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Away behind the currant row,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where no one else but cook may go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Far in the plots, I see him dig,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Old and serious, brown and big.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nor wishes to be spoken to.<br/></span> <span class="i0">He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And never seems to want to play.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Silly gardener! summer goes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And winter comes with pinching toes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When in the garden bare and brown<br/></span> <span class="i0">You must lay your barrow down.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Well now, and while the summer stays,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To profit by these garden days<br/></span> <span class="i0">O how much wiser you would be<br/></span> <span class="i0">To play at Indian wars with me!<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img126_th.png" width-obs="339" height-obs="481" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="HISTORICAL_ASSOCIATIONS" id="HISTORICAL_ASSOCIATIONS"></SPAN>HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground<br/></span> <span class="i0">That now you smoke your pipe around.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Has seen immortal actions done<br/></span> <span class="i0">And valiant battles lost and won.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here we had best on tip-toe tread,<br/></span> <span class="i0">While I for safety march ahead,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For this is that enchanted ground<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where all who loiter slumber sound.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here is the sea, here is the sand,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here is simple Shepherd's Land,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Here are the fairy hollyhocks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And there are Ali Baba's rocks.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But yonder, see! apart and high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Frozen Siberia lies; where I,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With Robert Bruce and William Tell,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Was bound by an enchanter's spell.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><SPAN href="#TN">[TN]</SPAN><br/></span></div> </div></div> <h2><SPAN name="ENVOYS" id="ENVOYS"></SPAN>ENVOYS</h2> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img131_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="340" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_WILLIE_AND_HENRIETTA" id="TO_WILLIE_AND_HENRIETTA"></SPAN>TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i4">If two may read aright<br/></span> <span class="i4">These rhymes of old delight<br/></span> <span class="i4">And house and garden play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">You too, my cousins, and you only, may.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i4">You in a garden green<br/></span> <span class="i4">With me were king and queen,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Were hunter, soldier, tar,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all the thousand things that children are.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i4">Now in the elders' seat<br/></span> <span class="i4">We rest with quiet feet,<br/></span> <span class="i4">And from the window-bay<br/></span> <span class="i0">We watch the children, our successors, play.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i4">"Time was," the golden head<br/></span> <span class="i4">Irrevocably said;<br/></span> <span class="i4">But time which none can bind,<br/></span> <span class="i0">While flowing fast away, leaves love behind.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img132_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="305" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_MY_MOTHER" id="TO_MY_MOTHER"></SPAN>TO MY MOTHER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">You too, my mother, read my rhymes<br/></span> <span class="i0">For love of unforgotten times,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And you may chance to hear once more<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little feet along the floor.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img133a_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="178" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_AUNTIE" id="TO_AUNTIE"></SPAN>TO AUNTIE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><i>Chief of our aunts</i>&mdash;not only I,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But all your dozen of nurselings cry&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>What did the other children do?</i><br/></span> <span class="i0"><i>And what were childhood, wanting you?</i><br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img133b_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="228" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN href="images/illus135.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/illus135_th.jpg" width-obs="336" height-obs="481" alt="TO AUNTIE" title="" /></SPAN> <span class="caption">TO AUNTIE</span></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img134_th.png" width-obs="343" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_MINNIE" id="TO_MINNIE"></SPAN>TO MINNIE</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The red room with the giant bed<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where none but elders laid their head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little room where you and I<br/></span> <span class="i0">Did for awhile together lie<br/></span> <span class="i0">And, simple suitor, I your hand<br/></span> <span class="i0">In decent marriage did demand;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The great day nursery, best of all,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With pictures pasted on the wall<br/></span> <span class="i0">And leaves upon the blind<br/></span> <span class="i0">A pleasant room wherein to wake<br/></span> <span class="i0">And hear the leafy garden shake<br/></span> <span class="i0">And rustle in the wind&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And pleasant there to lie in bed<br/></span> <span class="i0">And see the pictures overhead&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The wars about Sebastopol,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The grinning guns along the wall,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The daring escalade,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The plunging ships, the bleating sheep,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The happy children ankle-deep<br/></span> <span class="i0">And laughing as they wade;<br/></span> <span class="i0">All these are vanished clean away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the old manse is changed to-day;<br/></span> <span class="i0">It wears an altered face<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And shields a stranger race.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The river, on from mill to mill,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Flows past our childhood's garden still;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But ah! we children never more<br/></span> <span class="i0">Shall watch it from the water-door.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Below the yew&mdash;it still is there&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Our phantom voices haunt the air<br/></span> <span class="i0">As we were still at play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And I can hear them call and say:<br/></span> <span class="i0">"<i>How far is it to Babylon?</i>"<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Ah, far enough, my dear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Far, far enough from here&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Yet you have farther gone!<br/></span> <span class="i0">"<i>Can I get there by candlelight?</i>"<br/></span> <span class="i0">So goes the old refrain.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I do not know&mdash;perchance you might&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But only, children, hear it right,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Ah, never to return again!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Shall break on hill and plain,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And put all stars and candles out<br/></span> <span class="i0">Ere we be young again.<br/></span> </div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">To you in distant India, these<br/></span> <span class="i0">I send across the seas,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nor count it far across.<br/></span> <span class="i0">For which of us forgets<br/></span> <span class="i0">The Indian cabinets,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The bones of antelope, the wings of albatross,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The pied and painted birds and beans,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The junks and bangles, beads and screens,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The gods and sacred bells,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the loud-humming, twisting shells!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The level of the parlour floor<br/></span> <span class="i0">Was honest, homely, Scottish shore;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But when we climbed upon a chair,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Behold the gorgeous East was there!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Be this a fable; and behold<br/></span> <span class="i0">Me in the parlour as of old,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Minnie just above me set<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the quaint Indian cabinet!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Smiling and kind, you grace a shelf<br/></span> <span class="i0">Too high for me to reach myself.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Reach down a hand, my dear, and take<br/></span> <span class="i0">These rhymes for old acquaintance' sake!<br/></span></div> </div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img139_th.png" width-obs="351" height-obs="480" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_MY_NAME-CHILD" id="TO_MY_NAME-CHILD"></SPAN>TO MY NAME-CHILD</h2> <p class='center'>1</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then shall you discover, that your name was printed down<br/></span> <span class="i0">By the English printers, long before, in London town.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the great and busy city where the East and West are met,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All the little letters did the English printer set;<br/></span> <span class="i0">While you thought of nothing, and were still too young to play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Foreign people thought of you in places far away.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Ay, and while you slept, a baby, over all the English lands<br/></span> <span class="i0">Other little children took the volume in their hands;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Other children questioned, in their homes across the seas:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who was little Louis, won't you tell us, mother, please?<br/></span></div> </div> <p class='center'>2</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now that you have spelt your lesson, lay it down and go and play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Seeking shells and seaweed on the sands of Monterey,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Watching all the mighty whalebones, lying buried by the breeze,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Tiny sandpipers, and the huge Pacific seas.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And remember in your playing, as the sea-fog rolls to you,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Long ere you could read it, how I told you what to do;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And that while you thought of no one, nearly half the world away<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some one thought of Louis on the beach of Monterey!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img140_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="440" alt="" title="" /></div> </div> <div class='padding'> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/img141_th.png" width-obs="480" height-obs="344" alt="" title="" /></div> <h2><SPAN name="TO_ANY_READER" id="TO_ANY_READER"></SPAN>TO ANY READER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">As from the house your mother sees<br/></span> <span class="i0">You playing round the garden trees,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So you may see, if you will look<br/></span> <span class="i0">Through the windows of this book,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Another child, far, far away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in another garden, play.<br/></span> <span class="i0">But do not think you can at all,<br/></span> <span class="i0">By knocking on the window, call<br/></span> <span class="i0">That child to hear you. He intent<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is all on his play-business bent.<br/></span> <span class="i0">He does not hear; he will not look,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Nor yet be lured out of this book.<br/></span> <span class="i0">For, long ago, the truth to say,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He has grown up and gone away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And it is but a child of air<br/></span> <span class="i0">That lingers in the garden there.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <SPAN name="endofbook"></SPAN> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />