Girls most of all, but he even loves boys.
Down from up there he sends beautiful toys....
He's old as a raven, he goes everywhere;
Even when father was young, he was there.
The pearl of his poems is the exquisite Evening Song:
The moon hath risen on high,
And in the clear dark sky
The golden stars all brightly glow;
And black and hushed the woods,
While o'er the fields and floods