DREAMING BY THE RIVER
Ripples on the water
Rustling in the trees
Wind sighing gently
Whistling by with ease.
Cow-bells tinkling distant
Farmer on the lea,
Cattle nibbling grasses
Little honey bee.
Frosted leaves of autumn
Sailing down the stream.
Neatest clump of willows,
Oh, for some ice cream.
WHEN YOU COME HOME
O happy, happy heart, that can but leap
For joy, when you return to me again;
The love within grows fresh as morning glen,
Awakes and lights the gloom where shadows creep.
—The night will come and with it women weep.
Stay, Dear, with me, for dark will come and then,
It fills the soul with fear—don't go again—
Black clouds will roll, when only children sleep.
O Darling storms of midnight vex and threat;
The gullies moan and then the goblins see!
It is not wise or brave to prattle so;
And Dear, if you must go, I will not fret;
The sun will shine when you come home to me,
Dark night is day and only mild winds blow.
CHILDREN AT THE PARK
We hop and skip in time
In the shade of the sycamore trees,
Fly around like the birds and the bees.
We swing and sway and climb
To the top of the strong monkey bars,
Watch the boats and the Riverside cars.