Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which ...
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he ...
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through.
Who ...
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the ...
A Robin Redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make a ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is ...
My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: ...
Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And ...
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand.
Green leaves ...
Written in March: While Resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother’s Water (Complete Title)
The cock is crowing, ...