Child Verse: Poems Grave & Gay

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.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.

IN winter's cold and summer's heat The hospitable chimneys greet Their never-failing guests; For when the sparks are upward gone, The swallows downward come anon, To build their neighboring nests.