New Leaves
It doesn't do you any good to hide,
Trees! Everybody knows you're there inside!
Besides, although you think you're hid complete
—We see your feet!
Beach Birds
Beach birds, beach birds, flying in to me,
From the wide, blue palaces of your home, the sea,
What have you to tell about, islands green and fair?
Stories of the ships that tramp the trail to Everywhere?
Have you seen a sailor lad dreaming at the wheel?
Have you seen the great sharks flash, white beneath a keel?
Have you seen the savages dancing in a ring?
Have you, on a desert isle, ever seen a king?
Beach birds, beach birds, flying in to me,
In some far, blue palace-hall of your home, the sea,
Will you tell the listening birds how, in a curious land,
Once—you saw a little maid, playing in the sand?
The Sky's Song
The sky stands up to sing before us;
Each star's a word, the moon's the chorus!