The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
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The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
Nature -- Juvenile literature; Summer -- Juvenile literature
For as her flowers opened to the sun
Each seemed a radiant world her soul had won,
This paradise of perfume her own hand
Had made, this glowing tapestry she planned.
From walls that kept marauding winds shut out,
A fountain splashed, a brook wound slow about
Field of spiced-candy-tuft, hedged with trim box,
Dark blue verbenas, larkspur, snow-white phlox,
And beds of heliotrope that in the night
Offered rare incense for the stars' delight.
Robin and catbird sought her iris pool,
Fluttered and bathed them in its shallow cool,
Then poised one happy moment on the banks
To offer to the stream their lyric thanks.
EDWARD BLISS REED.
ON A MIDSUMMER DAY
O, grown-ups cannot understand
And grown-ups never will,
How short's the way to fairy-land
Across the purple hill:
They smile: their smile is very bland,
Their eyes are wise and chill;
And yet—at just a child's command—
The world's an Eden still.
ALFRED NOYES.
THE FRIENDLY COWSLIP BELLS
One midsummer day the bright sun shone from morning until evening; not
even a wisp of white cloud floated across the blue, blue sky. The
fairies were delighted, for that night they were going to have their
gayest sport.
"We shall have a fine revel in cowslip meadow to-night," said a happy
little creature to the fairy shoemaker who had been busy for many a day
making shoes for the midsummer revel.
The little wrinkled old man was fastening a diamond buckle on the
queen's dancing slippers and he did not like to be bothered when he was
busy, so he merely shook his head and sang:
"Red sky at night
Is the fairies' delight;
Red sky in the morning
Is the fairies' warning."
"But there hasn't been a cloud as big as my thumb nail in the sky all
day long," said the merry little fairy. "How can there be rain without
clouds?"
The shoemaker nodded his head, went on with his work, and sang again:
"The clear blue sky
Means rain is nigh."
One hour before midnight when the big round moon lit up the fields and
dells a rainbow troop of fairies in dainty gossamer robes and sparkling
slippers came forth from their village in the hills for the midsummer
night merry-making.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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