My Mother's Garden is the Sea—
My mother's garden is the sea
If it is viewed aright.
The sweet alyssum borders are
The ocean's breakers white;
The butterflies and humming-birds
Are sea-gulls flying o'er;
And in our gravel garden path
I pace a foreign shore!
The Gymnastic Clock
The little clock is friends with me,
It talks as plain as plain can be,
And says, each morning as it rises,
"Now, don't forget your exercises!
Both hands above your head, you know!
Then lower them very slowly, so;
Ho, don't get tired and stop, that way!
I exercise like this, all day!"
Right in its face then, I say, "Pooh!
I wouldn't boast of it, like you,
But I can swing my arms 'round, too!"
And so the clock then looks at me,
And I look back, and I and he
Each single morning, when we rise,
Just exercise and exercise!
Snowflakes
The fairies called snowflakes all dressed up in white,
They went to the dance, and were dancing all night.
And now they lie tired, where sleep chanced to o'ertake them.
Step lightly, speak softly, take care not to wake them!