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…

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…

There was a man lived quite near u… He had a wooden leg and a goldfinc… His name was Farkey Anderson, And he’d been in a war to get his… We were very sad about him,

Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways Grasp me, fold me, cover me; I lie in a kind of daze, Neither asleep nor yet awake,

Half-Past-Six and I were talking In a very grown-up way; We had got so tired with running That we did not want to play. “How do babies come, I wonder,”

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

And again the flowers are come, And the light shakes, And no tiny voice is dumb, And a bud breaks On the humble bush and the proud r…

Grant me the moment, the lovely mo… That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, The other leaves on the tree: That I may take into my bosom

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

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

I will think no more of the sea!… shore, Of the brown rock caves No… And the bubbling foam. Memory dwe… to do with me. She is old and bent… spent, Her voice, just a crack. W…

Outside the sky is light with star… There’s a hollow roaring from the… And, alas! for the little almond f… The wind is shaking the almond tre… How little I thought, a year ago,

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

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.

I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold.