I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all: O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! --ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. ARIEL'S SONGS I Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. II Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist,-- Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow! --WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. SONGS OF GOOD CHEER I When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year: For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. II Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. III A great while ago the world began, With heigh-ho the wind and the rain: But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. --WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. THE OWL When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. --ALFRED LORD TENNYSON. ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION