Poems By a Little Girl Part 2

THEATRE-SONG

Eagles were flying over the sky And mermaids danced in the gold waters.

Eagles were calling over the sky And the water was the color of blue flowers.

Suns.h.i.+ne was 'flected in the waves Like meadows of white buds.

This is what I saw On a morning long ago . . .

VELVETS

By a Bed of Pansies

This pansy has a thinking face Like the yellow moon.

This one has a face with white blots: I call him the clown.

Here goes one down the gra.s.s With a pretty look of plumpness; She is a little girl going to school With her hands in the pockets of her pinafore.

Her name is Sue.

I like this one, in a bonnet, Waiting,

Her eyes are so deep!

But these on the other side, These that wear purple and blue, They are the Velvets, The king with his cloak, The queen with her gown, The prince with his feather.

These are dark and quiet And stay alone.

I know you, Velvets, Color of Dark, Like the pine-tree on the hill When stars s.h.i.+ne!

TWO SONGS

After Hearing the Wagner Story-book

The birds came to tell Siegfried a story, A story of the woods out of a tree: How the ring was fairy And there were things it could do for him Day and night: How the river flowed green and wavy Under the Rainbow Bridge, And Brunnhilda slept in a wreath of fire.

Grane watched her, standing close beside, Grane the big white horse, Dear Grane of her heart.

She dreamed she was far from her father, But Siegfried was coming, Siegfried, through the big trees, Up the hill, Through the fire!

II

"Siegfried, hear us!

Give us back the ring!"

The lady with the sh.e.l.l, The water-lady with the green hair, Calling, cried "Siegfried!"

But he laughed to hear her, Laughed in the sun And went into the woods laughing: He was happy in his heart, And he had golden hair Till the sun loved him.

"Siegfried!"

I will call him!

"Siegfried!"

But he will not hear me.

He could talk to birds and rivers, And he is gone.

MOON SONG

There is a star that runs very fast, That goes pulling the moon Through the tops of the poplars.

It is all in silver, The tall star: The moon rolls goldenly along Out of breath.

Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

SUNSET

Once upon a time at evening-light A little girl was sad.

There was a color in the sky, A color she knew in her dreamful heart And wanted to keep.

She held out her arms Long, long, And saw it flow away on the wind.

When it was gone She did not love the moonlight Or care for the stars.

She had seen the rose in the sky.

Sometimes I am sad Because I have a thought Of this little girl.

MOUSE

Little mouse in gray velvet, Have you had a cheese-breakfast?

There are no crumbs on your coat, Did you use a napkin?

I wonder what you had to eat, And who dresses you in gray velvet?

SHORT STORY

I found the gold on the hill; I found the hid gold!

The wicked queen Stole the gold, Hid it under a stone And never told.

The selfish queen Rolling away In her white limousine, Never knew nor dreamed That I searched all day Till I found the gold, The gold!

BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN

I was bare as a leaf And I felt the wind on my shoulder.

The trees laughed When I picked up the sun in my fingers.

The wind was chasing the waves, Tangling their white curls.