Drunk or sober Uncle Jim Played the boy; Never glum or sour or grim, Oozin’ joy. Most folks thought he was no good,

There where the mighty mountains b… There where the sullen sun-dogs gl… And the glacier-glutted streams sw… There where the livid tundras keep… There where the silences are spawn…

When you have sailed the seven sea… And looped the ends of earth, You’ll long at last for slippered… Beside a bonny hearth; A cosy cottage in the sun,

Dusting my books I spent a busy d… Not ancient toes, time—hallowed an… but modern volumes, classics in th… whose makers now are numbered with… Men of a generation more than mine…

I knew three sisters,—all were swe… Wishful to wed was I, And wondered which would mostly me… The matrimonial tie. I asked the first what fate would…

“Tell Annie I’ll be home in time To help her with her Christmas—tr… That’s what he wrote, and hark! th… Of Christmas bells, and where is… And how the house is dark and sad,

On silver sand where ripples curle… I counted sea—gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the… And innocent as heaven. They did not of my nearness know,

Two blind men met. Said one: “Thi… Has been a blackout from my birth. Through darkness I have groped my… Forlorn, unknowing night from day. But you —though War destroyed you…

The aged Queen who passed away Had sixty servants, so they say; Twice sixty hands her shoes to tie… Two soapy ones have I. The old Queen had of beds a score…

My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to eat, And I will give him wine. And so we are a jolly pair,

It’s mighty quiet in the house Since Mary Ellen quit me cold; I’ve swept the hearth and fed the… That’s getting fat and overbold. I’ve bought a pig’s foot for the p…

Pedlar’s coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don’t you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has to sell. Just discreetly go inside.

I look into the aching womb of nig… I look across the mist that masks… The moon is tired and gives but li… The stars have gone to bed. The earth is sick and seems to bre…

Said darling daughter unto me: “oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score or so of years ago. Had not some whimsey changed your…

When I was young I was too proud To wheel my daughter in her pram. “It’s infra dig,” I said aloud,— Bot now I’m old, behold I am Perambulating up and down