Patience, children, just a minute- The stream and all in it XXXVII FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE MASTER than fairies, faster than witches, F Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,— All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! XXXVIII WINTER-TIME ATE lies the wintry sun a-bed, LAT A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, Before the stars have left the skies, Close by the 'jolly fire I sit When to go out, my nurse doth wrap The cold wind burns my face, and blows Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake. XXXIX THE HAYLOFT HROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side TH The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry. These green and sweetly smelling crops They led in waggons home; And they piled them here in mountain-tops For mountaineers to roam. Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, O what a joy to clamber there, O what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, |