Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air,...
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the...
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit. They sit at home, and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with...
I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- ...
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the...
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