That what else could I do? Walter Learned. FRUITIONLESS Ан, little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed, Dropping delicious balms Into the tender palms Of lover-winds, that woo with light caress, In still contentedness, Living and blooming thy brief summer-day: So, wiser far than I, That only dream and sigh, And, sighing, dream my listless life away. Ah! sweetheart birds, a-building your wee house In the broad-leaved boughs, OBLIVION Pausing with merry trill To praise each other's skill, And nod your pretty heads with pretty pride; To trill and twitter love's sweet roundelay: - That, lonely, dream and sigh, And, sighing, dream my lonely life away. 211 Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine Of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, To hive, in amber cell, A honey feasting for the winter-day: - Self-wrapt, that dream and sigh, And sighing, dream my useless life away. Ina Coolbrith. WHEN THE GRASS SHALL COVER ME WHEN the grass shall cover me, Head to foot where I am lying, When not any wind that blows, Shall awake me to your sighing: When the grass shall cover me, When the grass shall cover me! - Very patient, I can wait, Ina Coolbrith. THE POOL OF SLEEP I DRAGGED my body to the pool of sleep, Longing to drink; but ere my throbbing lip From the cool flood one Dives-drop might sip, The wave sank fluctuant to some unknown deep. With aching eyes that could not even weep, I saw the dark, deluding water slip, Slow eddying, down; the weeds and mosses drip With maddening waste. I watched the sweet tide creep A little higher, but to fall more fast. Fevered and wounded in the strife of men WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD 213 I burned with anguish, till, endurance past, The fount crept upward; sank, and rose again,— Swelled slowly, slowly, slowly, till at last My seared lips met the soothing wave, and then Arlo Bates. WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" "We have come to fish for the herring-fish Nets of silver and gold have we,” Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, Never afeard are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam, Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 't was a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three, — Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Eugene Field. LITTLE BOY BLUE THE little toy dog is covered with dust, |