• How slight a thing may set one’s fancy drifting
      Upon the dead sea of the Past!—A view—
    Sometimes an odor—or a rooster lifting
      A far-off “Ooh! ooh-ooh!”

    And suddenly we find ourselves astray
      In some wood’s-pasture of the Long Ago,—
    Or idly dream again upon a day
      Of rest we used to know.

    I bit an apple but a moment since...

  • The winds have talked with him confidingly;
    The trees have whispered to him; and the night
    Hath held him gently as a mother might,
    And taught him all sad tones of melody;
    The mountains have bowed to him; and the sea,
    In clamorous waves, and murmurs exquisite,
    Hath told him all her sorrow and delight,—
    Her legends fair,—her darkest mystery...

  • Dear lord! kind Lord!
      Gracious Lord! I pray
    Thou wilt look on all I love,
      Tenderly to-day!
    Weed their hearts of weariness;
      Scatter every care,
    Down a wake of angel wings
      Winnowing the air.

    Bring unto the sorrowing
      All release from pain;
    Let the lips of laughter
      Overflow again;
    And with...

  • There! little girl, don’t cry!
        They have broken your doll, I know;
          And your tea-set blue,
          And your play-house, too,
        Are things of the long ago;
          But childish troubles will soon pass by.—
              There! little girl, don’t cry!

    There! little girl, don’t cry!
        They have broken your slate, I know;...

  • Said the Raggedy Man on a hot afternoon,
        “My!
            Sakes!
                What a lot o’ mistakes
    Some little folks makes on the Man in the Moon!
    But people that ’s been up to see him like Me,
    And calls on him frequent and intimutly,
    Might drop a few hints that would interest you
        Clean!
            Through!...

  • Little Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay,
    An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
    An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
    An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
    An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
    We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the...

  • O The DAYS gone by! O the days gone by!
    The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;
    The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail
    As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;
    When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky,
    And my happy heart brimmed over, in the days gone by.

    In the days gone...

  • How slight a thing may set one’s fancy drifting
      Upon the dead sea of the Past!—A view—
    Sometimes an odor—or a rooster lifting
      A far-off “Ooh! ooh-ooh!”

    And suddenly we find ourselves astray
      In some wood’s-pasture of the Long Ago,—
    Or idly dream again upon a day
      Of rest we used to know.

    I bit an apple but a moment since...

  • As one who cons at evening o’er an album all alone,
    And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
    So I turn the leaves of fancy, till in shadowy design
    I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.

    The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise,
    As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes,
    And light my...

  • I.
    tell you what I like the best—
        ’Long about knee-deep in June,
        ’Bout the time strawberries melts
        On the vines—some afternoon
    Like to jes’ git out and rest,
        And not work at nothin’ else!

    II.
    Orchard’s where I’ ruther be—
    Needn’t fence it in for me!
      Jes’ the whole sky overhead
        And the...