JACK FROST The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, I will not go on with that blustering train, Then he flew to the mountain and powdered its crest; Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things-there were flowers and trees; But he did one thing that was hardly fair; Shall 'tchich to tell them I'm drinking." Hannah Flagg Gould THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES See the Kitten on the wall Sporting with the leaves that fall, Through the calm and frosty air In her upward eye of fire! Now she meets the coming prey, Has it in her power again: Now she works with three or four, Like an Indian conjuror; Quick as he in feats of art, Far beyond in joy of heart. Were her antics played in the eye Of a thousand standers-by, Clapping hands with shouts and stare, What would little Tabby care For the plaudits of the crowd? Over happy to be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure! William Wordsworth MARJORIE'S ALMANAC Robins in the tree-top Fringed elm and larch.- Apples in the orchard Drowsy scents and murmurs Roger in the corn-patch Whistling negro-songs; Bursting through the rind; Don't you think that autumn's Little fairy snow-flakes Shadows come and go; Twinkling through the snow; Mother knitting stockings Don't you think that winter's Thomas Bailey Aldrich WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night 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 "Now cast your nets wherever you wish- So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. 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; "Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought 't was a dream they 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 in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, Eugene Field Fourth Grade THE BLUEBIRD I know the song that the bluebird is singing, Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat! "Dear little blossoms, down under the snow, "Little white snowdrop, I pray you arise; Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD They say that God lives very high, And if you dig down in the mines, God is so good, he wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face- But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said, "Who kissed you in the dark, dear guesser?" Elizabeth Barrett Browning |