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…

Baby Babbles—only one, Now to sit up has begun. Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and you. And Miss Babbles one, two, three,

The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toeca… Walked out into the street And splashed in all the pubbles ti… She had such shocking feet The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child

In an opal dream cave I found a f… Her wings were frailer than flower… Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised… Then delicately walked into my han…

Now’s the time when children’s nos… All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow,

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…

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,

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…

Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies—wax and leather. Every day they took an airing;

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…

Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mounta… A mountain all covered with snow. And he was quite pretty and tiny

Now it is Loneliness who comes at… Instead of Sleep, to sit beside m… Like a tired child I lie and wait… I watch her softly blowing out the… Motionless sitting, neither left o…

Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and sma… The books, the lamp, the furniture… The very pictures on the wall— Crowded upon us as we sat

In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in… She is like a wounded bird resting… The hunter threw his dart

Is love a light for me? A steady… A lamp within whose pallid pool I… Over old love-books? Or is it a g… A lantern coming towards me from a… Down a dark mountain? Is my love…