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…

“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 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

There is a solemn wind to-night That sings of solemn rain; The trees that have been quiet so… Flutter and start again. The slender trees, the heavy trees…

(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you… (Red, red shoes the colour of wine… Can the children hear my cry? (O little white feet of mine)

Sleeping together... how tired you… How warm our room... how the firel… On walls and ceiling and great whi… We spoke in whispers as children d… And now it was I—and then it was…

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,

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

I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled… For me, the uprooted tree. My challenge to the world is hurle…

I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold.

Her little hot room looked over th… Through a stiff palisade of glinti… And there she would lie in the hea… Her dark head resting upon her arm… So quiet, so still, she did not se…

Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and sma… The books, the lamp, the furniture… The very pictures on the wall— Crowded upon us as we sat

I climbed up the karaka tree Into a nest all made of leaves But soft as feathers. I made up a song that went on sing… And hadn’t any words, but got sad…

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

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…