Visiting
You and I shall travel far,
We'll pass the old earth by,
We'll ride the moon and drive a star
Across the evening sky.
We'll flash upon the milky way
To pay Dame Night a call—
But should we happen on old Day—
We'd fall and fall and fall.
Castles
I used to build me castles of moisty sand and shells,
And dream they were for princesses who wove me magic spells;
But yesterday along the beach my fairy princess came—
And she's too big for castles—now isn't that a shame!
Parenthood
The birches that dance on the top of the hill
Are so slender and young that they cannot keep still,
They bend and they nod at each whiff of a breeze,
For you see they are still just the children of trees.
But the birches below in the valley are older,
They are calmer and straighter and taller and colder.
Perhaps when we've grown up as solemn and grave,
We, too, will have children who do not behave!