XXXVI FAIRY BREAD 'OME up here, O dusty feet! COM Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room, Children, you may dine And the shade of pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell. XXXVII FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE `ASTER than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: 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, Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! XXXVIII WINTER-TIME L ATE lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap The cold wind burns my face, and blows WINTER-TIME 17 47 Black are my steps on silver sod; XXXIX THE HAYLOFT ΤΗ "HROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side Till the shining scythes went far and wide 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, The happy hills of hay! |