The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toeca… Walked out into the street And splashed in all the pubbles ti… She had such shocking feet The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child

The further the little girl leaped… The further she longed to be; The white, white fields of jonquil… Danced up as high as her knee And flashed and sparkled before he…

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

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…

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…

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,

Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all the people’s feet, Though they run with might and mai…

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…

Now’s the time when children’s nos… All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow,

I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very old, Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very long

In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold song of t… Between my fingers the green blade…

But, ah! before he came You were only a name: Four little rooms and a cupboard Without a bone, And I was alone!

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

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

White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to swim in… Someone whispered to me. “Oh, do-do-do!” cooed someone else…