And again the flowers are come, And the light shakes, And no tiny voice is dumb, And a bud breaks On the humble bush and the proud r…

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,

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…

Half-Past-Six and I were talking In a very grown-up way; We had got so tired with running That we did not want to play. “How do babies come, I wonder,”

In the middle of our porridge plat… There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who shou… butterfly first. Then the Grandmother said: “Do n…

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

Last night for the first time sinc… I walked with you, my brother, in… We were at home again beside the s… Fringed with tall berry bushes, wh… “Don’t touch them: they are poison…

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…

Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame;

Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, on the blind. On the ceiling, children, too,

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…

These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces;

Babies must not eat the coal And they must not make grimaces, Nor in party dresses roll And must never black their faces. They must learn that pointing’s ru…

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,