his bed,
With the lids on his merry blue eyes.
Under each lid
The thin Dream slid,
And spread to a picture inside,
A new World there,
Most strange and rare,
Tho' just by our garden-side.
Rivers and Rocks,
And a Treasure-Box,
And Floating in Air without wings,
And the Speaking Beast,
And a Royal Feast,
My chair beside the King's;
A Land of Flowers,
And of lofty Towers
Carved over in marble white
With living Shapes
Of Panthers and Apes
That gambol in ceaseless flight;
And a Cellar small
With its Cave in the Wall
Stretching many a mile underground!
And the Rope from the Moon!—
Fred woke too soon,
For its end could never be found.
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I LOVE YOU, DEAR.I love you, Dear, I love you, Dear,You can't think how I love you, Dear!Supposing IWere a Butterfly,I'd waver around and above you, Dear. |
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| A long way off I spied you, Dear,No bonnet or hat could hide you, Dear,If I were a Bird,Believe my word,I'd sing every day beside you, Dear. | ||
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| When you're away I miss you, Dear,And now you're here I'll kiss you, Dear,And beg you will takeThis flow'r for my sake,And my love along with this, you Dear! |
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SEASONS.
In Spring-time, the Forest,
In Summer, the Sea,
In Autumn, the Mountains,
In Winter—ah me!
How gay, the old branches
A-swarm with new buds,
The primrose and bluebell
Fresh-blown in the woods,
All green things unfolding,
Where merry birds sing!
I love in the Woodlands
To wander in Spring.
What joy, when the Sea-waves,
In mirth and in might,
Spread purple in shadow,
Flash white into light!
The gale fills the sail,
And the gull flies away;
In crimson and gold
Sets the long Summer Day.
O pride! on the Mountains
To leave earth below;
The great slopes of heather,
One broad purple glow;
The loud-roaring torrent
Leaps, bound after bound,
To plains of gold Autumn,
With mist creeping round
Ah, Wind, is it Winter?
Yes, Winter is here;
With snow on the meadow,
And ice on the mere.
The daylight is short,
But the firelight is long;
Our skating's good sport;
Then story and song.
In Spring-time, the Forest,
In Summer, the Sea,
In Autumn, the Mountains—
And Winter has glee.
THE CAT AND THE DOG.
There once lived a Man, a Cat, and a Dog,
And the Man built a house with stone and log.
"If you'll help to take care of this house with me,
One indoors, one out, your places must be."
Said
