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I know that you would tell me now。



My father's coming home; you'd say;

With precious presents; one; two; three;

A shawl for mother; beads for May;

And eggs and shells for Rob and me。



The winds sing songs where'er they roam;

The leaves all clap their little hands;

For father's ship is coming home

With wondrous things from foreign lands。



Gabriel Setoun '1861…





THE PIPER ON THE HILL

A Child's Song



There sits a piper on the hill

Who pipes the livelong day;

And when he pipes both loud and shrill;

The frightened people say:

〃The wind; the wind is blowing up

'Tis rising to a gale。〃

The women hurry to the shore

To watch some distant sail。

The wind; the wind; the wind; the wind;

Is blowing to a gale。



But when he pipes all sweet and low;

The piper on the hill;

I hear the merry women go

With laughter; loud and shrill:

〃The wind; the wind is coming south

'Twill blow a gentle day。〃

They gather on the meadow…land

To toss the yellow hay。

The wind; the wind; the wind; the wind;

Is blowing south to…day。



And in the morn; when winter comes;

To keep the piper warm;

The little Angels shake their wings

To make a feather storm:

〃The snow; the snow has come at last!〃

The happy children call;

And 〃ring around〃 they dance in glee;

And watch the snowflakes fall。

The wind; the wind; the wind; the wind;

Has spread a snowy pall。



But when at night the piper plays;

I have not any fear;

Because God's windows open wide

The pretty tune to hear;

And when each crowding spirit looks;

From its star window…pane;

A watching mother may behold

Her little child again。

The wind; the wind; the wind; the wind;

May blow her home again。



Dora Sigerson Shorter '1862…1918'





THE WIND AND THE MOON



Said the Wind to the Moon; 〃I will blow you out;

You stare

In the air

Like a ghost in a chair;

Always looking what I am about …

I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out。〃



The Wind blew hard; and out went the Moon。

So; deep

On a heap

Of clouds to sleep;

Down lay the Wind; and slumbered soon;

Muttering low; 〃I've done for that Moon。〃



He turned in his bed; she was there again!

On high

In the sky;

With her one ghost eye;

The Moon shone white and alive and plain。

Said the Wind; 〃I will blow you out again。〃



The Wind blew hard; and the Moon grew dim。

〃With my sledge;

And my wedge;

I have knocked off her edge!

If only I blow right fierce and grim;

The creature will soon be dimmer than dim。〃



He blew and he blew; and she thinned to a thread。

〃One puff

More's enough

To blow her to snuff!

One good puff more where the last was bred;

And glimmer; glimmer; glum will go the thread。〃



He blew a great blast; and the thread was gone。

In the air

Nowhere

Was a moonbeam bare;

Far off and harmless the shy stars shone …

Sure and certain the Moon was gone!



The Wind he took to his revels once more;

On down;

In town;

Like a merry…mad clown;

He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar …

〃What's that?〃 The glimmering thread once more!



He flew in a rage … he danced and blew;

But in vain

Was the pain

Of his bursting brain;

For still the broader the Moon…scrap grew;

The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew。



Slowly she grew … till she filled the night;

And shone

On her throne

In the sky alone;

A matchless; wonderful silvery light;

Radiant and lovely; the queen of the night。



Said the Wind: 〃What a marvel of power am I!

With my breath;

Good faith!

I blew her to death …

First blew her away right out of the sky …

Then blew her in; what strength have I!



But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair;

For high

In the sky;

With her one white eye;

Motionless; miles above the air;

She had never heard the great Wind blare。



George Macdonald '1824…1905'





CHILD'S SONG IN SPRING



The silver birch is a dainty lady;

She wears a satin gown;

The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady;

She will not live in town。



The English oak is a sturdy fellow;

He gets his green coat late;

The willow is smart in a suit of yellow;

While brown the beech trees wait。



Such a gay green gown God gives the larches …

As green as He is good!

The hazels hold up their arms for arches

When Spring rides through the wood。



The chestnut's proud; and the lilac's pretty;

The poplar's gentle and tall;

But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city …

I love him best of all!



Edith Nesbit '1858…1924'





BABY SEED SONG



Little brown brother; oh! little brown brother;

Are you awake in the dark?

Here we lie cosily; close to each other:

Hark to the song of the lark …

〃Waken!〃 the lark says; 〃waken and dress you;

Put on your green coats and gay;

Blue sky will shine on you; sunshine caress you …

Waken! 'tis morning … 'tis May!〃



Little brown brother; oh! little brown brother;

What kind of flower will you be?

I'll be a poppy … all white; like my mother;

Do be a poppy like me。

What! you're a sun…flower?  How I shall miss you

When you're grown golden and high!

But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you;

Little brown brother; good…bye。



Edith Nesbit '1858…1924'





LITTLE DANDELION



Gay little Dandelion

Lights up the meads;

Swings on her slender foot;

Telleth her beads;

Lists to the robin's note

Poured from above;

Wise little Dandelion

Asks not for love。



Cold lie the daisy banks

Clothed but in green;

Where; in the days agone;

Bright hues were seen。

Wild pinks are slumbering;

Violets delay;

True little Dandelion

Greeteth the May。



Brave little Dandelion!

Fast falls the snow;

Bending the daffodil's

Haughty head low。

Under that fleecy tent;

Careless of cold;

Blithe little Dandelion

Counteth her gold。



Meek little Dandelion

Groweth more fair;

Till dies the amber dew

Out from her hair。

High rides the thirsty sun;

Fiercely and high;

Faint little Dandelion

Closeth her eye。



Pale little Dandelion;

In her white shroud;

Heareth the angel…breeze

Call from the cloud;

Tiny plumes fluttering

Make no delay;

Little winged Dandelion

Soareth away。



Helen Barron Bostwick '1826… ? '





LITTLE WHITE LILY

From 〃Within and Without〃



Little White Lily sat by a stone;

Drooping and waiting till the sun shone。

Little White Lily sunshine has fed;

Little White Lily is lifting her head。



Little White Lily said: 〃It is good;

Little White Lily's clothing and food。〃

Little White Lily dressed like a bride!

Shining with whiteness; and crowned beside!



Little White Lily drooping with pain;

Waiting and waiting for the wet rain;

Little White Lily holdeth her cup;

Rain is fast falling and filling it up。



Little White Lily said: 〃Good again;

When I am thirsty to have the nice rain。

Now I am stronger; now I am cool;

Heat cannot burn me; my veins are so full。〃



Little White Lily smells very sweet;

On her head sunshine; rain at her feet。

Thanks to the sunshine; thanks to the rain;

Little White Lily is happy again。



George Macdonald '1824…1905'





WISHING



Ring…ting!  I wish I were a Primrose;

A bright yellow Primrose; blowing in the Spring!

The stooping bough above me;

The wandering bee to love me;

The fern and moss to creep across;

And the Elm…tree for our King!



Nay; … stay!  I wish I were an Elm…tree;

A great lofty Elm…tree; with green leaves gay!

The winds would set them dancing;

The sun and moonshine glance in;

The Birds would house among the boughs;

And sweetly sing!



O … no!  I wish I were a Robin;

A Robin or a little Wren; everywhere to go;

Through forest; field; or garden;

And ask no leave or pardon;

Till Winter comes with icy thumbs

To ruffle up our wing。



Well … tell!  Where should I fly to;

Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?

Before a day was over;

Home comes the rover;

For Mother's kiss; … sweeter this

Than any other thing!



William Allingham '1824…1889'





IN THE GARDEN



I spied beside the garden bed

A tiny lass of ours;

Who stopped and bent her sunny head

Above the red June flowers。



Pushing the leaves and thorns apart;

She singled out a rose;

And in its inmost crimson heart;

Enraptured; plunged her nose。



〃O dear; dear rose; come; tell me true …

Come; tell me true;〃 said she;

〃If I smell just as sweet to you

As you smell sweet to me!〃



Ernest Crosby '1856…1907' 





THE GLADNESS OF NATURE



Is this a time to be cloudy and sad;

When our mother Nature laughs around;

When even the deep blue heavens look glad;

And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?



There are notes of joy from the hang…bird and wren;

And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;

The ground…squirrel gaily chirps by h

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