THE TWILIGHT MAN
The yellow color fills the sky,
The time is slipping fast;
The hours of sun are all but gone;
Another day is passed.
From drowsy lands of purpleness
The winds come singing in;
The lilac bush holds shadows now
Where banded bees have been.
Come softly, little Twilight Man,
And spread the blanket down,
Tuck in the edges of the dark
Around the weary town.
THE DREAM-SHIP
A sweet little ship sailed up from the south
With a cargo of baby dreams,
Of dolls and kittens
And warm little mittens
And rose colored peppermint creams;
A wee wind wafted it on its way
And it sailed along at the close of day,
Down the sleepy streets, where the lights were lit
To leave each child some wonderful bit.
“O hush, little child, if you want a dream,
You must close your eyes,—ah yes!
For the dream-ship carries a gift for you
More lovely than you can guess;
Perhaps a moon that will shine all day
Perhaps a gown of a color gay
Or a queer little fish
In a silver dish
Sail away little boat, and away!”