Heavens above! here’s an old tie o… Sea-green dragons stamped on a gol… Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we we… Do you love me enough to wear it n… Have you the courage of your prist…

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…

“It is cold outside, you will need… What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and throat… These steps... it is dark... my ha… might fall.”

Come, let us all sing very high And all sing very loud And keep on singing in the street Until there’s quite a crowd; And keep on singing in the house

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

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…

Sleeping together... how tired you… How warm our room... how the firel… On walls and ceiling and great whi… We spoke in whispers as children d… And now it was I—and then it was…

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 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…

Little Star, little Star, Come down quick. The Moon is a bogey-man; He’ll eat you certain if he can. Little Star, little Star,

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,

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…

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.

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

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;