Poems By a Little Girl | Page 6

the art of writing is abjured, the?imitative period will probably be got through?without undue loss. I think there is too much?native sense of beauty and proportion here to be?entirely killed even by the drying and freezing?process which goes by the name of education.
What this book chiefly shows is high promise;?but it also has its pages of real achievement, and?that of so high an order it may well set us pondering.
AMY LOWELL.
CONTENTS
FOUR TO FIVE YEARS OLD
FIRST SONGS
FIVE TO SIX YEARS OLD
GARDEN OF THE WORLD?THEATRE-SONG?VELVETS?TWO SONGS?MOON SONG?SUNSET?MOUSE?SHORT STORY?BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN?SPRING SONG?WATER?SHADY BRONN?CHICKADEE?THE CHAMPLAIN SANDMAN?ROSE-MOSS?ABOUT MY DREAMS
SIX TO SEVEN YEARS OLD
AUTUMN SONG?THE DREAM?BUTTERFLY?EVENING?THUNDER SHOWER?RED CROSS SONG?PURPLE ASTERS?SONG FOR A PLAY?PEACOCK FEATHERS?RED ROOSTER?TREE-TOAD
SEVEN TO NINE YEARS OLD
THE LONESOME WAVE?RED-CAP MOSS?RAMBLER ROSE?GIFT?THE WHITE CLOUD?MOON THOUGHT?THE OLD BRIDGE?FERNS?LAND OF NOD?SUN FLOWERS?HOLLAND SONG?FOUNTAIN-TALK?POPLARS?THE TOWER AND THE FALCON?THOUGHTS?POEM-SKETCH IN THREE PARTS?THE DEW-LIGHT?YELLOW SUMMER THROAT?PEGASUS?VENICE BRIDGE?NIGHT GOES RUSHING BY?DANDELION?IF I COULD TELL YOU THE WAY?ROSE-PETAL?POEMS?SEAGARDE?EASTER?BLUEBIRD?GEOGRAPHY?MARCH THOUGHT?MORNING?SONG?SNOWFLAKE SONG?SNOWSTORM?POPPY?BUTTERFLY?CLOUDS?NARCISSUS?LITTLE SNAIL?CHERRIES ARE RIPE?A THING FORGOTTEN?LITTLE PAPOOSE?FAIRIES AGAIN?OH, MY HAZEL-EYED MOTHER?THE GREEN PALM TREE?TREASURE?TWO PICTURES?TELL ME?SILVERHORN?SPARKLING DROP OF WATER?HAY-COCK?ONLY MORNING-GLORY THAT FLOWERED?WEATHER?SUMMER-DAY SONG?PINK ROSE-PETALS?THE LONESOME GREEN APPLE?I AM?MUSHROOM SONG?THE APPLE-JELLY-FISH-TREE?THREE LOVES?THE FIELD OF WONDER?MOON DOVES?I WENT TO SEA?THREE THOUGHTS OF MY HEART?SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAIN?THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN?BIRD OF PARADISE?SHINY BROOK?HILLS?ADVENTURE?FAIRIES?HUMMING-BIRD?BLUE GRASS?ENVOY
FOUR TO FIVE YEARS OLD
FIRST SONGS
I?Rosy plum-tree, think of me?When Spring comes down the world!
II?There's dozens full of dandelions?Down in the field:?Little gold plates,?Little gold dishes in the grass.?I cannot count them,?But the fairies know every one.
III?Oh wrinkling star, wrinkling up so wise,?When you go to sleep do you shut your eyes?
IV?The red moon comes out in the night.?When I'm asleep, the moon comes pattering up?Into the trees.?Then I peep out my window?To watch the moon go by.
V?Sparkle up, little tired flower?Leaning in the grass!?Did you find the rain of night?Too heavy to hold?
VI?The garden is full of flowers?All dancing round and round.
John-flowers,?Mary-flowers,?Polly-flowers,?Cauli-flowers,?They dance round and round?And they bow down and down?To a black-eyed daisy.
VII?There is going to be the sound of bells?And murmuring.?This is the brook dance:?There is going to be sound of voices,?And the smallest will be the brook:?It is the song of water?You will hear,?A little winding song?To dance to . . .
VIII?Blossoms in the growing tree,?Why don't you speak to me??I want to grow like you,?Smiling . . . smiling . . .
IX
If I find a moon,?I will sing a moon-song.?If I find a flower,?What song shall I sing,?Rose-song or clover-song?
X?The blossoms will be gone in the winter:?Oh apples, come for the June!?Can you come, will you bloom??Will you stay till the cold?
XI?I will sing you a song,?Sweets-of-my-heart,?With love in it,?(How I love you!)?And a rose to swing in the wind,?The wind that swings roses!
XII?Will you love me to-morrow after next,?As if I had a bird's way of singing?
FIVE TO SIX YEARS OLD
GARDEN OF THE WORLD
The butterfly swings over the violet?That stands by the water,?In the garden that sings?All day.?The sun goes up in the dawn,?The water waves softly.?In the trees are little breezes,?In the garden trees.?Blue hills and blue waters I?The big blue ocean lies around in the sun?Watching his waves toss . . .
THEATRE-SONG
Eagles were flying over the sky?And mermaids danced in the gold waters.?Eagles were calling over the sky?And the water was the color of blue flowers.?Sunshine was 'flected in the waves?Like meadows of white buds.?This is what I saw?On a morning long ago . . .
VELVETS
By a Bed of Pansies
This pansy has a thinking face?Like the yellow moon.?This one has a face with white blots:?I call him the clown.?Here goes one down the grass?With a pretty look of plumpness;?She is a little girl going to school?With her hands in the pockets of her pinafore.?Her name is Sue.?I like this one, in a bonnet,?Waiting,
Her eyes are so deep!?But these on the other side,?These that wear purple and blue,?They are the Velvets,?The king with his cloak,?The queen with her gown,?The prince with his feather.?These are dark and quiet?And stay alone.
I know you, Velvets,?Color of Dark,?Like the pine-tree on the hill?When stars shine!
TWO SONGS
After Hearing the Wagner Story-book
The birds came to tell Siegfried a story,?A story of the woods out of a tree:?How the ring was fairy?And there were things it could do for him?Day and night:?How the river flowed green and wavy?Under the Rainbow Bridge,?And Brunnhilda slept in a wreath of fire.?Grane watched her, standing close beside,?Grane the big white horse,?Dear Grane of her heart.?She dreamed she was far from her father,?But Siegfried was coming,?Siegfried, through the big trees,?Up the hill,?Through the fire!
II
"Siegfried, hear us!?Give us back the ring!"?The lady with the shell,?The water-lady with the green hair,?Calling, cried "Siegfried!"?But he laughed to hear her,?Laughed in the sun?And went into the woods laughing:?He was happy in his heart,?And he had golden hair?Till the sun loved him.?"Siegfried!"?I will call him!?"Siegfried!"?But he will not hear me.?He could talk to birds and rivers,?And he is gone.
MOON SONG
There is a star