THE LONESOME WAVE RED-CAP MOSS RAMBLER ROSE GIFT THE WHITE CLOUD MOON THOUGHT THE OLD BRIDGE FERNS LAND OF NOD SUN FLOWERS HOLLAND SONG FOUNTAIN-TALK POPLARS THE TOWER AND THE FALCON THOUGHTS POEM-SKETCH IN THREE PARTS THE DEW-LIGHT YELLOW SUMMER THROAT PEGASUS VENICE BRIDGE NIGHT GOES RUSHING BY DANDELION IF I COULD TELL YOU THE WAY ROSE-PETAL POEMS SEAGARDE EASTER BLUEBIRD GEOGRAPHY MARCH THOUGHT MORNING SONG SNOWFLAKE SONG SNOWSTORM POPPY BUTTERFLY CLOUDS NARCISSUS LITTLE SNAIL CHERRIES ARE RIPE A THING FORGOTTEN LITTLE PAPOOSE FAIRIES AGAIN OH, MY HAZEL-EYED MOTHER THE GREEN PALM TREE TREASURE TWO PICTURES TELL ME SILVERHORN SPARKLING DROP OF WATER HAY-COCK ONLY MORNING-GLORY THAT FLOWERED WEATHER SUMMER-DAY SONG PINK ROSE-PETALS THE LONESOME GREEN APPLE I AM MUSHROOM SONG THE APPLE-JELLY-FISH-TREE THREE LOVES THE FIELD OF WONDER MOON DOVES I WENT TO SEA THREE THOUGHTS OF MY HEART SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAIN THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN BIRD OF PARADISE SHINY BROOK HILLS ADVENTURE FAIRIES HUMMING-BIRD BLUE GRASS ENVOY FOUR TO FIVE YEARS OLD FIRST SONGS I Rosy plum-tree, think of me When Spring comes down the world! II There's dozens full of dandelions Down in the field: Little gold plates, Little gold dishes in the grass. I cannot count them, But the fairies know every one. III Oh wrinkling star, wrinkling up so wise, When you go to sleep do you shut your eyes? IV The red moon comes out in the night. When I'm asleep, the moon comes pattering up Into the trees. Then I peep out my window To watch the moon go by. V Sparkle up, little tired flower Leaning in the grass! Did you find the rain of night Too heavy to hold? VI The garden is full of flowers All dancing round and round. John-flowers, Mary-flowers, Polly-flowers, Cauli-flowers, They dance round and round And they bow down and down To a black-eyed daisy. VII There is going to be the sound of bells And murmuring. This is the brook dance: There is going to be sound of voices, And the smallest will be the brook: It is the song of water You will hear, A little winding song To dance to . . . VIII Blossoms in the growing tree, Why don't you speak to me? I want to grow like you, Smiling . . . smiling . . . IX If I find a moon, I will sing a moon-song. If I find a flower, What song shall I sing, Rose-song or clover-song?