These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces;

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…

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

After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,

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…

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

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…

Baby Babbles—only one, Now to sit up has begun. Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and you. And Miss Babbles one, two, three,

“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.”

Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame;

We started speaking, Looked at each other, then turned… The tears kept rising to my eyes. But I could not weep. I wanted to take your hand

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;

There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when he smiled I knew everyt… I knew what he had in his pockets,

The pillar box is fat and red, The pillar box is high; It has the flattest sort of head And not a nose or eye, But just one open nigger mouth

In the profoundest ocean There is a rainbow shell, It is always there, shining most s… Under the greatest storm waves That the old Greek called “ripple…