Child Verse: Poems

RING! The little Rabbits' eyes,

In the morning clear,

Moisten to the melodies

They alone can hear.


Ring! The little Rabbits' feet,

Shod with racing rhyme,

If the breezes they would beat,

Must be beating time.


Ring! When summer days are o'er,

And the snowfalls come,

Rabbits count the hours no more,

For the bells are dumb.








CROW! For the night has thrice denied

The glory of the Sun,

And now, repentant, turns aside

To weep what he has done.




A LITTLE yellow Bird above,

A little yellow Flower below;

The little Bird can sing the love

That Bird and Blossom know;

The Blossom has no song nor wing,

But breathes the love he cannot sing.




YOUR notes are few,

But sweet your song

As honey-dew;

And all day long,

Dear Bobolink, a-listening,

I never tire to hear you sing.