That deaf old man With his hand to his ear— His hand to hi head stood out like… Horny and hollow. He said, “I ca… He muttered, “Don’t shout,

Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what i… Why are you shaking so? Why do y… Because it is just a white baby yo… And it’s the black ones you like,… Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you’re…

My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and sw… Right on her sash or pinny strings… It is a horrid thing and wild

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.

The gulls are mad-in-love with the… And the river unveils her face and… In her sleep-brooding eyes they mi… She lies on silver pillows: the su… He warms and warms her, he kisses…

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

Most merciful God Look kindly upon An impudent child Who wants sitting on. This evening late

Her little hot room looked over th… Through a stiff palisade of glinti… And there she would lie in the hea… Her dark head resting upon her arm… So quiet, so still, she did not se…

(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)

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,

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,

The pillar box is fat and red, The pillar box is high; It has the flattest sort of head And not a nose or eye, But just one open nigger mouth

Into the world you sent her, mothe… Fashioned her body of coral and fo… Combed a wave in her hair’s warm s… And drove her away from home In the dark of the night she crept…

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…

Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all the people’s feet, Though they run with might and mai…