“The amusing part about it all is that she feels as she has begun to write at a mature age, but consoles herself with this statement, ‘Stevenson did not begin to write until he was fifteen and wrote very skillful things.’ “Lula is just a little girl and is very talkative if anyone appeals to her and will talk with her. You can’t explain anything too minutely for her--whether it is her Sunday school lesson or a star, it matters little.” ME ALONE As I was going to town, I saw a King and a Queen. Such ringing of bells you never heard, The clerks ran out of the stores; You know how it was, Me alone. I was standing as the others were, “Oh! you little girl,” some one said, “The King wants you,” I became frightened Wondering what he had to say, Me alone. Here’s what he wanted: He wanted me to ride in his coach, I felt myself so much riding in a King’s coach, Me alone. HAVE YOU SEEN IT Have you ever seen the moon And stars stick together? Have you ever seen it? Have you ever seen bad? Have you ever seen good And bad stick together? Have you ever seen it? ROBIN RED BREAST Little Robin red breast, I hear you sing your song. I would love to have you put it into my little cage, Into my little mouth. THE STREAM It was running down to the great Atlantic. I called it back to me, But it slyly looked and said, “I have not time to waste,” And just went arunning running on. THE LITTLE DANDELION The dandelion stares In the yellow sunlight. How very still it is! When it is old and grey, I blow its white hair away, And leave it with a bald head. DANCE Down at the hall at midnight sometimes, You hear them singing rhymes. These girls are dancing with boys. They are too big for toys. INDEX _Absence_, 91 Across the dewy lawn she treads, 195 A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, 5 _Advice_, 156 A fancy halts my feet at the way-side well, 15 _Africa_, 123 _After All_, 191 _After the Quarrel_, 5 Ah, how poets sing and die, 50 Ah, I know what happiness is, 107 Ah, little road all whirry in the breeze, 221 Ah, you are cruel, 47 ALEXANDER, LEWIS, 122 ALLEN, GEORGE LEONARD, 203 All that night I walked alone and wept, 169 All the time they were praying, 208 Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, 83 Always at dusk, the same tearless experience, 37 _America_, 83 And God stepped out on space, 19 _And What Shall You Say?_, 103 _April Day, An_, 102 A silence slipping around like death, 46 As I was going to town, 227 A tree is more than a shadow, 170 _At the Carnival_, 53 _Auf Wiedersehen_, 189 _Baby Cobina_, 200 _Baker’s Boy, The_, 58 _Band of Gideon, The_, 103 Beat the drums of tragedy for me, 148 BENNETT, GWENDOLYN B., 153 _Black Madonna, The_, 177 _Black Man Talks of Reaping, A_, 165 Black reapers with the sound of steel on stone, 94 _Blight_, 170 Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold, 99 BONTEMPS, ARNA, 162 _Bottled_, 221 Bow down my soul in worship very low, 87 BRAITHWAITE, WILLIAM STANLEY, 31