Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the stri… In a tremulous refrain: Patter and tinkle, and drip and dr…

'Twas the height of the fete when… And quietly stole to the terrace a… Where, pale as the lovers that eve… The moon it … The sight of the stars and the moo…

Jap Miller down at Martinsville’s… When _he_ starts in a-talkin’ othe… 'Pears like that mouth o’ his’n wu… But jes’ to argify 'em down and ge… He’ll talk you down on tariff; er…

Even in such a scene of senseless… The children were surprised one su… By a strange man who called across… Inquiring for their father’s resid… And, being answered that this was…

He called her in from me and shut… And she so loved the sunshine and… She loved them even better yet tha… That ne’er knew dearth of them—my… Nature had nursed me in her lap in…

_May 1, 1891_. Elizabeth! Elizabeth! The first May-morning whispereth Thy gentle name in every breeze That lispeth through the young-lea…

If I knew what poets know, Would I write a rhyme Of the buds that never blow In the summer-time? Would I sing of golden seeds

The Hired Man’s supper, which he… In near reach of the wood-box, the… And one leaf of the kitchen-table,… Somewhat belated, and in lifted pa… His dextrous knife was balancing a…

Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here, Maked me a squirtgun out o’ some Elder-bushes ‘at growed out near Where wuz the brickyard—’way out c… To where the toll-gate come!

Parunts knows lots more than us, But they don’t know _all_ things,— ‘Cause we ketch ’em, lots o’ times… Even on little small things. One time Winnie ask’ her Ma,

Ha! My dear! I’m back again— Vendor of Bohemia’s wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I’ve made the dealer say

The warm pulse of the nation has g… The muffled heart of Freedom, lik… Throbs solemnly for one whose eart… Wrought every mission well. Whose glowing reason towered above…

In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now— O! No! No! Then, as I remember,

Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird… Up and at it airly, and the orchar… Peekin’ from the winder, half-awak… I could go to sleep agin as well a… II.

There! little girl; don’t cry! They have broken your doll, I kno… And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, Are things of the long ago;