Mary Augusta Mason

  • My Little Neighbor

    My little neighbor’s table ’s set,
      And slyly he comes down the tree,
    His feet firm in each tiny fret
      The bark has fashioned cunningly.

    He pauses on a favorite knot;
      Beneath the oak his feast is spread;
    He asks no friend to share his lot,...

  • The Scarlet Tanager

    A flame went flitting through the wood;
    The neighboring birds all understood
        Here was a marvel of their kind;
    And silent was each feathered throat
    To catch the brilliant stranger’s note,
    And folded every songster’s wing
    To hide its sober...