But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way; And flowers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside-- Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown-- Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down! [Illustration] [Illustration] _TIME TO RISE_ A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: 'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head?' [Illustration] LOOKING-GLASS RIVER Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam-- O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air-- How a child wishes To live down there! [Illustration] We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places, Dim and very cool; [Illustration] Till a wind or water wrinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout, Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out. [Illustration] See the rings pursue each other; All below grows black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light! Patience, children, just a minute-- See the spreading circles die; The stream and all in it Will clear by-and-by. [Illustration] [Illustration] FAIRY BREAD Come up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room, Children you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell. [Illustration] FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone for ever! [Illustration] [Illustration] WINTER TIME