No Giant is madder than I!”
Whereupon he sat down on his log, and, one by one he ate the clams.
It didn’t matter at all that he had indigestion the next day. He knew that he really was an honest-to-goodness Giant, and the thought made him laugh and shake all over, just as he used to do in the good old days, before the clams had tried to disillusion him.
THE PIPER
The valley is clad in a misty white fog,
Where the Sun God dares not intrude,
The hoots of the night owls have dulled and have died,
And the whimpering night winds brood.
Over the purple-topped rims of the earth,
Riding a proud little breeze,