There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when he smiled I knew everyt… I knew what he had in his pockets,

In an opal dream cave I found a f… Her wings were frailer than flower… Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised… Then delicately walked into my han…

But, ah! before he came You were only a name: Four little rooms and a cupboard Without a bone, And I was alone!

To the little, pitiful God I make… The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened with a h… Who sits nodding and muttering on… of Heaven.

There is a solemn wind to-night That sings of solemn rain; The trees that have been quiet so… Flutter and start again. The slender trees, the heavy trees…

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…

In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in… She is like a wounded bird resting… The hunter threw his dart

Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies—wax and leather. Every day they took an airing;

valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I stan… It beats about me like waves

Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mounta… A mountain all covered with snow. And he was quite pretty and tiny

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…

Across the red sky two birds flyin… Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous… All day the triumphant sun with ye… Warred and warred with the earth,…

After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,

Grant me the moment, the lovely mo… That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, The other leaves on the tree: That I may take into my bosom

(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you… (Red, red shoes the colour of wine… Can the children hear my cry? (O little white feet of mine)