Handicapped
I run as fast as I can go
When trains run past our place;
They're bigger far than I, and so
They always win the race!
A Sunset
Life seems so sweet! I don't know why,—
Perhaps 't is just because the sky
Put on, to-night, to make me glad,
A dress I didn't know she had.
To Ships
Tall ships, tall ships, sailing out to sea,
Have you in your dreaming hearts any room for me,
For a little singing maid who would sail with you
Out to where the ocean miles are blue, blue, blue?
Tall ships, tall ships, loosening from shore,
Steering all by star-craft, and sailing evermore,
Take a little wishful maid with you as you go!
I would feel the ocean tempests blow, blow, blow!
Tall ships, tall ships, see, I stretch my hands!
Pray you, take me with you to far and foreign lands!
Ships, an eager little maid prays that she may be
Sailing, as you sail, forever free, free, free!