O Lady Moon *

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the

east:

Shine, be increased;

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the

west:

Wane, be at rest.

Christina G. Rossetti.

Windy Nightst

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,

All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by,

Late at night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,

By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.

By at the gallop he goes, and then

By he comes back at the gallop again.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

* From "Sing-Song," by Christina G. Rossetti. By permission of the Macmillan Company.

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+From A Child's Garden of Verses," by Robert Louis Stevenson. By permission of Charles Scribner's Sons.

Wild Winds

Dh, oh, how the wild winds blow!

Blow high,

Blow low,

And whirlwinds go,

To chase the little leaves that fly-
Fly low and high,

To hollow and to steep hill-side;
They shiver in the dreary weather,
And creep in little heaps together,
And nestle close and try to hide.

Oh, oh, how the wild winds blow!
Blow low,

Blow high,

And whirlwinds try

To find a crevice-to find a crack,

They whirl to the front; they whirl to the back
But Tommy and Will and the baby together
Are snug and safe from the wintry weather.
All the winds that blow
Cannot touch a toe-

Cannot twist or twirl

One silken curl.

They may rattle the doors in a noisy pack,
But the blazing fires will drive them back.

Mary F. Butts.

Now the Noisy Winds Are Still*
Now the noisy winds are still;
April's coming up the hill!
All the spring is in her train,
Led by shining ranks of rain ;
Pit, pat, patter, clatter,

Sudden sun, and clatter, patter!-
First the blue, and then the shower;
Bursting bud, and smiling flower;
Brooks set free with tinkling ring;
Birds too full of song to sing;
Crisp old leaves astir with pride,
Where the timid violets hide,-
All things ready with a will,-
April's coming up the hill!

Mary Mapes Dodge.

The Wind

The wind has a language, I would I could learn; Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern; Sometimes it comes like a low, sweet song,

And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along;

And the forest is lulled by the dreamy strain; And slumber sinks down on the wandering main;

om "Along the Way," by Mary Mapes Dodge. By permission of Charles Scribner's Sons.

And its crystal arms are folded in rest,

And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast. Letitia Elizabeth Landon.

The Fountain

Into the sunshine,

Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!

Into the moonlight,
Whiter than snow,
Waving so flower-like

When the winds blow!

Into the starlight,

Rushing in spray,
Happy at midnight,

Happy by day;

Ever in motion,

Blithesome and cheery,

Still climbing heavenward,

Never aweary;

Glad of all weathers;

Still seeming best,

Upward or downward;

Motion thy rest;

Full of a nature
Nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
Ever the same;

Ceaseless aspiring,

Ceaseless content,
Darkness or sunshine
Thy element;

Glorious fountain!
Let my heart be

Fresh, changeful, constant,
Upward like thee!

James Russell Lowell.

The Waterfall

Tinkle, tinkle!

Listen well!

Like a fairy silver bell

In the distance ringing,

Lightly swinging

In the air;

"Tis the water in the dell

Where the elfin minstrels dwell,

Falling in a rainbow sprinkle,

Dropping stars that brightly twinkle, Bright and fair,