Outside the sky is light with star… There’s a hollow roaring from the… And, alas! for the little almond f… The wind is shaking the almond tre… How little I thought, a year ago,

In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold song of t… Between my fingers the green blade…

Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what i… Why are you shaking so? Why do y… Because it is just a white baby yo… And it’s the black ones you like,… Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you’re…

The fields are snowbound no longer… There are little blue lakes and fl… The snow has been caught up into t… So many white clouds—and the blue… Now the sun walks in the forest,

I climbed up the karaka tree Into a nest all made of leaves But soft as feathers. I made up a song that went on sing… And hadn’t any words, but got sad…

A Gulf of silence separates us fr… I stand at one side of the gulf, y… I cannot see you or hear you, yet… Often I call you by your childish… And pretend that the echo to my cr…

By my bed, on a little round table The Grandmother placed a candle. She gave me three kisses telling m… dreams And tucked me in just where I lov…

Into the world you sent her, mothe… Fashioned her body of coral and fo… Combed a wave in her hair’s warm s… And drove her away from home In the dark of the night she crept…

White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to swim in… Someone whispered to me. “Oh, do-do-do!” cooed someone else…

We started speaking, Looked at each other, then turned… The tears kept rising to my eyes. But I could not weep. I wanted to take your hand

Heavens above! here’s an old tie o… Sea-green dragons stamped on a gol… Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we we… Do you love me enough to wear it n… Have you the courage of your prist…

The Sea called—I lay on the rocks… “I am come.” She mocked and showed her teeth, Stretching out her long green arms… “Go away!” she thundered.

The further the little girl leaped… The further she longed to be; The white, white fields of jonquil… Danced up as high as her knee And flashed and sparkled before he…

“It is cold outside, you will need… What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and throat… These steps... it is dark... my ha… might fall.”

My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and sw… Right on her sash or pinny strings… It is a horrid thing and wild