In the profoundest ocean There is a rainbow shell, It is always there, shining most s… Under the greatest storm waves That the old Greek called “ripple…

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,”

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

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

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

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…

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…

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…

Now folds the Tree of Day its per… And every bloom becomes a bud agai… Shut and sealed up against the gol… Of bees that hover in the velvet h… Now a strain

I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head against the rough… “Protect me,” I said. “I am a lo…

These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces;

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

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…

The Sea called—I lay on the rocks… “I am come.” She mocked and showed her teeth, Stretching out her long green arms… “Go away!” she thundered.

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,