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قراءة كتاب Child Verse: Poems Grave & Gay
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 4
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A CAVALCADE
| "THISTLE-DOWN, Thistle-down, whither away? Will you not longer abide?" "Nay, we have wedded the winds to-day, And home with the rovers we ride." |
SILK
| 'TWAS the shroud of many a worm-like thing That rose from its tangled skein; 'Twas the garb of many a god-like king Who went to the worms again. |
SEED-TIME
| WHEN Trumpet-flowers begin to blow The Thistle-downs take heed, For then they know 'tis time to go And plant the wingèd seed. |
A LEGACY
| DO you remember, little cloud, This morning when you lay— A mist along the river—what The waters had to say? And how the many-coloured flowers That on the margin grew, All promised when the day was done To leave their tints to you? |
AMID THE ROSES
| THERE was laughter 'mid the Roses, For it was their natal day; And the children in the garden were As light of heart as they. There were sighs amid the Roses, For the night was coming on; And the children—weary now of play— Were ready to be gone. There are tears amid the Roses, For the children are asleep; And the silence of the garden makes The lonely blossoms weep. |
LIGHT AND SHADOW
| "I LOVE you, little maid," Said the Sunbeam to the Shade, As all day long she shrank away before him; But at twilight, ere he died, She was weeping at his side; And he felt her tresses softly trailing o'er him. |
SLEEP
| WHEN he is a little chap, We call him Nap. When he somewhat older grows, We call him Doze. When his age by hours we number, We call him Slumber. |
THE FIRE-FLY
| "ARE you flying through the night Looking where to find me?" "Nay; I travel with a light For the folks behind me." |
THE DRAGON-FLY
| "IS skimming o'er a stagnant pool Your only occupation?" "Ah, no: 'tis at this Summer School I get my education." |
ARCHERY
| A BOW across the sky Another in the river, Whence swallows upward fly, Like arrows from a quiver. |
A SPY
| SIGHED the languid Moon to the Morning Star: "O little maid, how late you are!" "I couldn't rise from my couch," quoth she, "While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me." |
A LAMENT
| "O LADY CLOUD, why are you weeping?" I said. "Because," she made answer, "my rain-beau is dead." |
FERN SONG
| DANCE to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms again, And say, "Tho' the sun Hath my vesture spun, He had laboured, alas, in vain, But for the shade That the Cloud hath made, And the gift of the Dew and the Rain." Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, little Fern, And rejoice in the beat of the rain! |
THE BROOK
| IT is the mountain to the sea That makes a messenger of me; And, lest I loiter on the way And lose what I am sent to say, He sets his reverie to song, And bids me sing it all day long. Farewell! for here the stream is slow, And I have many a mile to go. |
AN INTERVIEW
| I SAT with chill December Beside the evening fire. "And what do you remember," I ventured to inquire, "Of seasons long forsaken?" He answered in amaze, "My age you have mistaken; I've lived but thirty days." |
BABY'S DIMPLES
| LOVE goes playing hide-and-seek 'Mid the roses on her cheek, With a little imp of Laughter, Who, the while he follows |