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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Under the Tree + +Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts + +Release Date: March 26, 2007 [EBook #20909] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNDER THE TREE *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<p class="ctr"> +<big> +<b> +UNDER THE TREE</b> +</big> +</p> +<p class="mid"> +And over and over I tried to see +<br> +Some of us walking under the tree, +</p> +<hr class="short"> +<p class="mid"> +And how it looks when I am there. +</p> +<p class="sig"> +From +<i> +On the Hill +</i> +</p> +<br> +<h1> +UNDER THE TREE +</h1> +<br> +<h3> +BY +</h3> +<h2> +ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS +</h2> +<br> +<p class="ctr"> +<img src="images/logo.jpg" alt="logo" width="57" height="85"> +</p> +<br> +<h4> +<span class="sc"> +new york</span> B. W. HUEBSCH, +<span class="sc"> +Inc.</span> <span class="sc">mcmxxii +</span> +</h4> +<h4> +COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY +<br> +B. W. HUEBSCH, INC. +</h4> +<h4> +PRINTED IN U. S. A. +</h4> +<br> +<h3> +TO MY FATHER +<br> +<br> +SIMPSON ROBERTS +</h3> +<hr class="med"> +<h3> +ACKNOWLEDGMENTS +</h3> +<p> +Certain of these poems have appeared in +<i> +The Atlantic Monthly</i>, +<i> +The University Record +</i> +(the University of Chicago), +<i> +Poetry, a Magazine of Verse</i>, +<i> +Child Life</i>, and the +<i> +Phoenix</i>. The author thanks the editors of these journals for the privilege of reprinting. +</p> +<hr class="med"> +<br> +<h3> +CONTENTS +</h3> +<ul class="toc"> +<li> +<span class="right"> +<small> +PAGE</small> +</span> +</li> +<li> + +</li> +<li> + +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Sky</span><a href="#sky"><span class="right">1 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Cornfield</span><a href="#corn"><span class="right">3 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Milking Time</span><a href="#milk"><span class="right">4 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +In My Pillow</span><a href="#pillow"><span class="right">6 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Miss Kate-Marie</span><a href="#kate"><span class="right">8 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Woodpecker</span><a href="#wood"><span class="right">10 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Star</span><a href="#star"><span class="right">11 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Butterbean Tent</span><a href="#tent"><span class="right">12 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Big Brother</span><a href="#brother"><span class="right">14 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Mr. Wells</span><a href="#wells"><span class="right">15 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Dick and Will</span><a href="#dick"><span class="right">16 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Pilaster</span><a href="#pilaster"><span class="right">18 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Firefly</span><a href="#firefly"><span class="right">19 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Little Rain</span><a href="#rain"><span class="right">20 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Pulpit</span><a href="#pulpit"><span class="right">22 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +On the Hill</span><a href="#hill"><span class="right">24 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Autumn</span><a href="#autumn"><span class="right">26 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Rabbit</span><a href="#rabbit"><span class="right">28 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Crescent Moon</span><a href="#moon"><span class="right">29 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Father's Story</span><a href="#story"><span class="right">30 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Christmas Morning</span><a href="#morning"><span class="right">32 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +People Going By</span><a href="#people"><span class="right">35 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Babes in the Woods</span><a href="#babes"><span class="right">38 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Picnic</span><a href="#picnic"><span class="right">40 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Mumps</span><a href="#mumps"><span class="right">42 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Circus</span><a href="#circus"><span class="right">44 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Strange Tree</span><a href="#strange"><span class="right">46 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Branch</span><a href="#branch"><span class="right">48 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Worm</span><a href="#worm"><span class="right">50 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +A Child Asleep</span><a href="#child"><span class="right">52 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Little Bush</span><a href="#bush"><span class="right">54 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +At the Water</span><a href="#water"><span class="right">55 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Water Noises</span><a href="#noises"><span class="right">56 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Among the Rushes</span><a href="#rushes"><span class="right">58 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Numbers</span><a href="#numbers"><span class="right">59 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +In the Night</span><a href="#night"><span class="right">60 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The People</span><a href="#the"><span class="right">63 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Grandmother</span><a href="#grandmother"><span class="right">64 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +In Maryland</span><a href="#maryland"><span class="right">66 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Sunday Bonnet</span><a href="#bonnet"><span class="right">68 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Sun and a Birch Tree</span><a href="#birch"><span class="right">70 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +A Little Wind</span><a href="#wind"><span class="right">71 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Autumn Fields</span><a href="#fields"><span class="right">72 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Mr. Pennybaker at Church</span><a href="#pennybaker"><span class="right">74 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Wolves</span><a href="#wolves"><span class="right">75 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +A Beautiful Lady</span><a href="#lady"><span class="right">76 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Shells in Rock</span><a href="#shells"><span class="right">78 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Horse</span><a href="#horse"><span class="right">80 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +August Night</span><a href="#august"><span class="right">82 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +Three Dominican Nuns</span><a href="#nuns"><span class="right">84 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +My Heart</span><a href="#heart"><span class="right">85 +</span> +</a> +</li> +<li> +<span class="sc"> +The Hens</span><a href="#hens"><span class="right">86 +</span> +</a> +</li> +</ul> +<hr class="med"> +<a name="sky"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE SKY +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw a shadow on the ground +</p> +<p> +And heard a bluejay going by; +</p> +<p> +A shadow went across the ground, +</p> +<p> +And I looked up and saw the sky. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It hung up on the poplar tree, +</p> +<p> +But while I looked it did not stay; +</p> +<p> +It gave a tiny sort of jerk +</p> +<p> +And moved a little bit away. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And farther on and farther on +</p> +<p> +It moved and never seemed to stop. +</p> +<p> +I think it must be tied with chains +</p> +<p> +And something pulls it from the top. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It never has come down again, +</p> +<p> +And every time I look to see, +</p> +<p> +The sky is always slipping back +</p> +<p> +And getting far away from me. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="corn"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE CORNFIELD +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I went across the pasture lot +</p> +<p> +When not a one was watching me. +</p> +<p> +Away beyond the cattle barns +</p> +<p> +I climbed a little crooked tree. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And I could look down on the field +</p> +<p> +And see the corn and how it grows +</p> +<p> +Across the world and up and down +</p> +<p> +In very straight and even rows. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And far away and far away— +</p> +<p> +I wonder if the farmer man +</p> +<p> +Knows all about the corn and how +</p> +<p> +It comes together like a fan. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="milk"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MILKING TIME +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When supper time is almost come, +</p> +<p> +But not quite here, I cannot wait, +</p> +<p> +And so I take my china mug +</p> +<p> +And go down by the milking gate. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The cow is always eating shucks +</p> +<p> +And spilling off the little silk. +</p> +<p> +Her purple eyes are big and soft— +</p> +<p> +She always smells like milk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Father takes my mug from me, +</p> +<p> +And then he makes the stream come out. +</p> +<p> +I see it going in my mug +</p> +<p> +And foaming all about. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when it's piling very high, +</p> +<p> +And when some little streams commence +</p> +<p> +To run and drip along the sides, +</p> +<p> +He hands it to me through the fence. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="pillow"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +IN MY PILLOW +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Mother or Father turns down the light, +</p> +<p> +I like to look into my pillow at night. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Some people call them dreams, but for me +</p> +<p> +They are things I look down in my pillow and see. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw some birds, as many as four, +</p> +<p> +That were all blue wings and nothing else more. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Without any head and without any feet, +</p> +<p> +Just blue wings flying over a street. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And almost every night I see +</p> +<p> +A little brown bowl that can talk to me, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A nice little bowl that laughs and sings, +</p> +<p> +And ever so many other things. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Sometimes they are plainer than I can say, +</p> +<p> +And while I am waking they go away. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when nobody is coming by, +</p> +<p> +I feel my pillow all over and try +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And try to feel the pretty things, +</p> +<p> +The little brown bowl and the flying wings. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="kate"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MISS KATE-MARIE +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And it was Sunday everywhere, +</p> +<p> +And Father pinned a rose on me +</p> +<p> +And said he guessed he'd better take +</p> +<p> +Me down to see Miss Kate-Marie. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when I went it all turned out +</p> +<p> +To be a Sunday school, and there +</p> +<p> +Miss Kate-Marie was very good +</p> +<p> +And let me stand beside her chair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Her hat was made of yellow lace; +</p> +<p> +Her dress was very soft and thin, +</p> +<p> +And when she talked her little tongue +</p> +<p> +Was always wriggling out and in. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I liked to smell my pretty rose; +</p> +<p> +I liked to feel her silky dress. +</p> +<p> +She held a very little book +</p> +<p> +And asked the things for us to guess. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She asked about Who-made-y-God, +</p> +<p> +And never seemed to fuss or frown; +</p> +<p> +I liked to watch her little tongue +</p> +<p> +And see it wriggle up and down. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="wood"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE WOODPECKER +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole +</p> +<p> +And made him a house in the telephone pole. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One day when I watched he poked out his head, +</p> +<p> +And he had on a hood and a collar of red. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When the streams of rain pour out of the sky, +</p> +<p> +And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And the big, big wheels of thunder roll, +</p> +<p> +He can snuggle back in the telephone pole. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="star"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE STAR +<br> +<br> +(A Song) +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +O little one away so far, +</p> +<p> +You cannot hear me when I sing. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +You cannot tell me what you are, +</p> +<p> +I cannot tell you anything. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="tent"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE BUTTERBEAN TENT +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +All through the garden I went and went, +</p> +<p> +And I walked in under the butterbean tent. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The poles leaned up like a good tepee +</p> +<p> +And made a nice little house for me. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I had a hard brown clod for a seat, +</p> +<p> +And all outside was a cool green street. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A little green worm and a butterfly +</p> +<p> +And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Hidden away there were flocks and flocks +</p> +<p> +Of bugs that could go like little clocks. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Such a good day it was when I spent +</p> +<p> +A long, long while in the butterbean tent. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="brother"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +BIG BROTHER +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Our brother Clarence goes to school. +</p> +<p> +He has a slate and a blue school-bag. +</p> +<p> +He has a book and a copybook +</p> +<p> +And a scholar's companion and a little slate rag. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk, +</p> +<p> +And he learns about c-a-t cat, +</p> +<p> +And how to play one-two-sky-blue, +</p> +<p> +And how to make a football out of a hat. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We climb up on the fence and gate +</p> +<p> +And watch until he's small and dim, +</p> +<p> +Far up the street, and he looks back +</p> +<p> +To see if we keep on watching him. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="wells"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MR. WELLS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +On Sunday morning, then he comes +</p> +<p> +To church, and everybody smells +</p> +<p> +The blacking and the toilet soap +</p> +<p> +And camphor balls from Mr. Wells. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He wears his whiskers in a bunch, +</p> +<p> +And wears his glasses on his head. +</p> +<p> +I mustn't call him Old Man Wells— +</p> +<p> +No matter—that's what Father said. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when the little blacking smells +</p> +<p> +And camphor balls and soap begin, +</p> +<p> +I do not have to look to know +</p> +<p> +That Mr. Wells is coming in. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="dick"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +DICK AND WILL +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Our brother says that Will was born +</p> +<p> +The very day that Dickie came; +</p> +<p> +When one is four the other is, +</p> +<p> +And all their birthdays are the same. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Their coats and waists are just alike; +</p> +<p> +They have their hats together, too. +</p> +<p> +They sleep together in one bed, +</p> +<p> +And Will can put on Dickie's shoe. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But they are not the same at all; +</p> +<p> +Two different boys they have to be, +</p> +<p> +For Dick can play in Mother's room +</p> +<p> +When Will is climbing in a tree. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Or maybe Will is on the porch +</p> +<p> +To cry because he stubbed his toe, +</p> +<p> +And Dick is laughing by the gate +</p> +<p> +And watching ants go in a row. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="pilaster"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE PILASTER +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The church has pieces jutting out +</p> +<p> +Where corners of the walls begin. +</p> +<p> +I have one for my little house, +</p> +<p> +And I can feel myself go in. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I feel myself go in the bricks, +</p> +<p> +And I can see myself in there. +</p> +<p> +I'm always waiting all alone, +</p> +<p> +I'm sitting on a little chair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And I am sitting very still, +</p> +<p> +And I am waiting on and on +</p> +<p> +For something that is never there, +</p> +<p> +For something that is gone. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="firefly"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +FIREFLY +<br> +<br> +(A Song) +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A little light is going by, +</p> +<p> +Is going up to see the sky, +</p> +<p> +A little light with wings. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I never could have thought of it, +</p> +<p> +To have a little bug all lit +</p> +<p> +And made to go on wings. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="rain"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +LITTLE RAIN +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When I was making myself a game +</p> +<p> +Up in the garden, a little rain came. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It fell down quick in a sort of rush, +</p> +<p> +And I crawled back under the snowball bush. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I could hear the big drops hit the ground +</p> +<p> +And see little puddles of dust fly round. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A chicken came till the rain was gone; +</p> +<p> +He had just a very few feathers on. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He shivered a little under his skin, +</p> +<p> +And then he shut his eyeballs in. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Even after the rain had begun to hush +</p> +<p> +It kept on raining up in the bush. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One big flat drop came sliding down, +</p> +<p> +And a ladybug that was red and brown +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Was up on a little stem waiting there, +</p> +<p> +And I got some rain in my hair. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="pulpit"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE PULPIT +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +On Sunday when I go to church +</p> +<p> +I wear my dress that's trimmed with lace. +</p> +<p> +I sit beside my mother and +</p> +<p> +Am very quiet in my place. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Dr. Brown is reading hymns +</p> +<p> +To make the people want to sing, +</p> +<p> +Or when he preaches loud and makes +</p> +<p> +The shivery bells begin to ring, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I watch the little pulpit house— +</p> +<p> +It isn't very tall or wide— +</p> +<p> +And then I wonder all about +</p> +<p> +The little ones that live inside. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Dr. Brown has preached enough, +</p> +<p> +And when he is about to stop, +</p> +<p> +He stands behind the little house +</p> +<p> +And shuts the Bible on the top. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I wonder if +<i> +they +</i> +sit inside, +</p> +<p> +And if +<i> +they +</i> +cook and walk up stairs. +</p> +<p> +I wonder if +<i> +they +</i> +have a cat +</p> +<p> +And say some kind of little prayers. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I wonder if +<i> +they're +</i> +ever scared +</p> +<p> +Because the bedroom lamp goes out, +</p> +<p> +And what their little dreams are like +</p> +<p> +And what +<i> +they +</i> +wonder all about. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="hill"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +ON THE HILL +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Mother said that we could go +</p> +<p> +Up on the hill where the strawberries grow. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And while I was there I looked all down, +</p> +<p> +Over the trees and over the town. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw the field where the big boys play, +</p> +<p> +And the roads that come from every way, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The courthouse place where the wagons stop, +</p> +<p> +And the bridge and the scales and the blacksmith shop. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The church steeple looked very tall and thin, +</p> +<p> +And I found the house that we live in. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw it under the poplar tree, +</p> +<p> +And I bent my head and tried to see +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Our house when the rain is over it, +</p> +<p> +And how it looks when the lamps are lit. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw the swing from up on the hill, +</p> +<p> +The ropes were hanging very still. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And over and over I tried to see +</p> +<p> +Some of us walking under the tree, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And the children playing everywhere, +</p> +<p> +And how it looks when I am there. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race"; +</p> +<p> +And Will had found the strawberry place. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="autumn"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +AUTUMN +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Dick and Will and Charles and I +</p> +<p> +Were playing it was election day, +</p> +<p> +And I was running for president, +</p> +<p> +And Dick was a band that was going to play, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Charles and Will were a street parade, +</p> +<p> +But Clarence came and said that he +</p> +<p> +Was going to run for president, +</p> +<p> +And I could run for school-trustee. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He made some flags for Charles and Will +</p> +<p> +And a badge to go on Dickie's coat. +</p> +<p> +He stood some cornstalks by the fence +</p> +<p> +And had them for the men that vote. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then he climbed on a box and made a speech +</p> +<p> +To the cornstalk men that were in a row. +</p> +<p> +It was all about the dem-o-crats, +</p> +<p> +And "I de-fy any man to show." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And "I de-fy any man to say." +</p> +<p> +And all about "It's a big disgrace." +</p> +<p> +He spoke his speech out very loud +</p> +<p> +And shook his fist in a cornstalk's face. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="rabbit"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE RABBIT +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When they said the time to hide was mine, +</p> +<p> +I hid back under a thick grape vine. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And while I was still for the time to pass, +</p> +<p> +A little gray thing came out of the grass. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He hopped his way through the melon bed +</p> +<p> +And sat down close by a cabbage head. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He sat down close where I could see, +</p> +<p> +And his big still eyes looked hard at me, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His big eyes bursting out of the rim, +</p> +<p> +And I looked back very hard at him. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="moon"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +CRESCENT MOON +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" +</p> +<p> +And when we saw we danced around, +</p> +<p> +And made our feet just tip the ground. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We skipped our toes and sang, "Oh-lo. +</p> +<p> +Oh-who, oh-who, oh what do you know! +</p> +<p> +Oh-who, oh-hi, oh-loo, kee-lo!" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We clapped our hands and sang, "Oh-ee!" +</p> +<p> +It made us jump and laugh to see +</p> +<p> +The little new moon above the tree. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="story"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +FATHER'S STORY +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We put more coal on the big red fire, +</p> +<p> +And while we are waiting for dinner to cook, +</p> +<p> +Our father comes and tells us about +</p> +<p> +A story that he has read in a book. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Charles and Will and Dick and I +</p> +<p> +And all of us but Clarence are there. +</p> +<p> +And some of us sit on Father's legs, +</p> +<p> +But one has to sit on the little red chair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when we are sitting very still, +</p> +<p> +He sings us a song or tells a piece; +</p> +<p> +He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town, +</p> +<p> +Or he tells us about the golden fleece. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He tells about the golden wool, +</p> +<p> +And some of it is about a boy +</p> +<p> +Named Jason, and about a ship, +</p> +<p> +And some is about a town called Troy. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And while he is telling or singing it through, +</p> +<p> +I stand by his arm, for that is my place. +</p> +<p> +And I push my fingers into his skin +</p> +<p> +To make little dents in his big rough face. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="morning"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +CHRISTMAS MORNING +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If Bethlehem were here today, +</p> +<p> +Or this were very long ago, +</p> +<p> +There wouldn't be a winter time +</p> +<p> +Nor any cold or snow. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'd run out through the garden gate, +</p> +<p> +And down along the pasture walk; +</p> +<p> +And off beside the cattle barns +</p> +<p> +I'd hear a kind of gentle talk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'd move the heavy iron chain +</p> +<p> +And pull away the wooden pin; +</p> +<p> +I'd push the door a little bit +</p> +<p> +And tiptoe very softly in. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The pigeons and the yellow hens +</p> +<p> +And all the cows would stand away; +</p> +<p> +Their eyes would open wide to see +</p> +<p> +A lady in the manger hay, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +If this were very long ago +</p> +<p> +And Bethlehem were here today. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Mother held my hand and smiled— +</p> +<p> +I mean the lady would—and she +</p> +<p> +Would take the woolly blankets off +</p> +<p> +Her little boy so I could see. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His shut-up eyes would be asleep, +</p> +<p> +And he would look like our John, +</p> +<p> +And he would be all crumpled too, +</p> +<p> +And have a pinkish color on. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'd watch his breath go in and out. +</p> +<p> +His little clothes would all be white. +</p> +<p> +I'd slip my finger in his hand +</p> +<p> +To feel how he could hold it tight. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And she would smile and say, "Take care," +</p> +<p> +The mother, Mary, would, "Take care"; +</p> +<p> +And I would kiss his little hand +</p> +<p> +And touch his hair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +While Mary put the blankets back +</p> +<p> +The gentle talk would soon begin. +</p> +<p> +And when I'd tiptoe softly out +</p> +<p> +I'd meet the wise men going in. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="people"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +PEOPLE GOING BY +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Before they come I hear their talk +</p> +<p> +And hear their feet go on the walk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Some go fast and some go slow, +</p> +<p> +And some of them I almost know. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +In mornings they are going down +</p> +<p> +To see somebody in the town. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Or Mrs. Warner hurries past; +</p> +<p> +She has to go and come back fast. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She walks by quick and will not stop, +</p> +<p> +To go to the church with the cross on top. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I think she goes there every day +</p> +<p> +To take her rosary and pray. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And one of them is Mr. Jim— +</p> +<p> +And the big white dog that follows him. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells; +</p> +<p> +He takes off warts by mumbling words, +</p> +<p> +And he can lay on spells. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Or maybe night is almost come, +</p> +<p> +And Miss Jane Anne is going home. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And by her side walks Mr. Paul; +</p> +<p> +They go along with far-off looks +</p> +<p> +And hardly ever talk at all. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Or Murry's child comes up this way +</p> +<p> +To carry milk to poor Miss May +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +That lives in Wells's other house, +</p> +<p> +Or Joe is driving home his cows. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And some go fast and some go slow, +</p> +<p> +And some of them I almost know. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I can feel them almost speak to me, +</p> +<p> +When they pass by our tree. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="babes"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +BABES IN THE WOODS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The two little children that died long ago +</p> +<p> +Away in the woods on the top of a hill— +</p> +<p> +And a good little robin that knew all about it +</p> +<p> +Came with strawberry leaves in her bill, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +To cover them up, and she kept very quiet +</p> +<p> +And brought the leaves one at a time, I think. +</p> +<p> +And some of the leaves would have little holes in them, +</p> +<p> +And some would be red and pink. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And these little Babes-in-the-Woods that were dead +</p> +<p> +Must have lain very still, and they heard all the talk +</p> +<p> +That the bees would be saying to more little bees, +</p> +<p> +And maybe they even could hear the ants walk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And they could look out through a crack in the leaves +</p> +<p> +And see little bushes and some of the sky. +</p> +<p> +They could see robin coming with leaves in her mouth, +</p> +<p> +And they watched for her when she went by. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="picnic"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE PICNIC +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +They had a picnic in the woods, +</p> +<p> +And Mother couldn't go that day, +</p> +<p> +But the twins and Brother and I could go; +</p> +<p> +We rode on the wagon full of hay. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There were more little girls than ten, I guess. +</p> +<p> +And the boy that is Joe B. Kirk was there. +</p> +<p> +He found a toad and a katydid, +</p> +<p> +And a little girl came whose name was Clare. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Miss Kate-Marie made us play a song +</p> +<p> +Called "Fare-you-well, says Johnny O'Brown." +</p> +<p> +You dance in a ring and sing it through, +</p> +<p> +And then some one kneels down. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She kissed us all and Joe B. Kirk; +</p> +<p> +But Joe B. didn't mind a bit. +</p> +<p> +He walked around and swung his arms +</p> +<p> +And seemed to be very glad of it. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then Mr. Jim said he would play, +</p> +<p> +But Miss Marie, she told him then, +</p> +<p> +It's a game for her and the little folks, +</p> +<p> +And he could go and fish with the men. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Mr. Wells was there and he had a rope +</p> +<p> +To tie to a limb and make it swing. +</p> +<p> +And Mrs. Wells, Mr. Wells's wife, +</p> +<p> +Gave me a peach and a chicken wing. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And I had a little cherry pie +</p> +<p> +And a piece of bread, and after we'd played +</p> +<p> +Two other songs, I had some cake +</p> +<p> +And another wing and some lemonade. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="mumps"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MUMPS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I had a feeling in my neck, +</p> +<p> +And on the sides were two big bumps; +</p> +<p> +I couldn't swallow anything +</p> +<p> +At all because I had the mumps. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Mother tied it with a piece, +</p> +<p> +And then she tied up Will and John, +</p> +<p> +And no one else but Dick was left +</p> +<p> +That didn't have a mump rag on. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He teased at us and laughed at us, +</p> +<p> +And said, whenever he went by, +</p> +<p> +"It's vinegar and lemon drops +</p> +<p> +And pickles!" just to make us cry. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But Tuesday Dick was very sad +</p> +<p> +And cried because his neck was sore, +</p> +<p> +And not a one said sour things +</p> +<p> +To anybody any more. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="circus"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE CIRCUS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Friday came and the circus was there, +</p> +<p> +And Mother said that the twins and I +</p> +<p> +And Charles and Clarence and all of us +</p> +<p> +Could go out and see the parade go by. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And there were wagons with pictures on, +</p> +<p> +And you never could guess what they had inside, +</p> +<p> +Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut, +</p> +<p> +And there was a dog that a monkey could ride. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A man on the top of a sort of cart +</p> +<p> +Was clapping his hands and making a talk. +</p> +<p> +And the elephant came—he can step pretty far— +</p> +<p> +It made us laugh to see him walk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Three beautiful ladies came riding by, +</p> +<p> +And each one had on a golden dress, +</p> +<p> +And each one had a golden whip. +</p> +<p> +They were queens of Sheba, I guess. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A big wild man was in a cage, +</p> +<p> +And he had some snakes going over his feet. +</p> +<p> +And somebody said "He eats them alive!" +</p> +<p> +But I didn't see him eat. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="strange"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +STRANGE TREE +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Away beyond the Jarboe house +</p> +<p> +I saw a different kind of tree. +</p> +<p> +Its trunk was old and large and bent, +</p> +<p> +And I could feel it look at me. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The road was going on and on +</p> +<p> +Beyond to reach some other place. +</p> +<p> +I saw a tree that looked at me, +</p> +<p> +And yet it did not have a face. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It looked at me with all its limbs; +</p> +<p> +It looked at me with all its bark. +</p> +<p> +The yellow wrinkles on its sides +</p> +<p> +Were bent and dark. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then I ran to get away, +</p> +<p> +But when I stopped to turn and see, +</p> +<p> +The tree was bending to the side +</p> +<p> +And leaning out to look at me. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="branch"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE BRANCH +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill. +</p> +<p> +We stopped at the water a while and played. +</p> +<p> +We hid our things by the osage tree +</p> +<p> +And took off our shoes and stockings to wade. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +There is sand at the bottom that bites at your feet, +</p> +<p> +And there is a rock where the waterfall goes. +</p> +<p> +You can poke your foot in the foamy part +</p> +<p> +And feel how the water runs over your toes. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The little black spiders that walk on the top +</p> +<p> +Of the water are hard and stiff and cool. +</p> +<p> +And I saw some wiggletails going around, +</p> +<p> +And some slippery minnows that live in the pool. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone, +</p> +<p> +And where it is shallow and almost dry +</p> +<p> +The rocks are broken and hot in the sun, +</p> +<p> +And a rough little water goes hurrying by. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="worm"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE WORM +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Dickie found a broken spade +</p> +<p> +And said he'd dig himself a well; +</p> +<p> +And then Charles took a piece of tin, +</p> +<p> +And I was digging with a shell. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then Will said he would dig one too. +</p> +<p> +We shaped them out and made them wide, +</p> +<p> +And I dug up a piece of clod +</p> +<p> +That had a little worm inside. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We watched him pucker up himself +</p> +<p> +And stretch himself to walk away. +</p> +<p> +He tried to go inside the dirt, +</p> +<p> +But Dickie made him wait and stay. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His shining skin was soft and wet. +</p> +<p> +I poked him once to see him squirm. +</p> +<p> +And then Will said, "I wonder if +</p> +<p> +He knows that he's a worm." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then we sat back on our feet +</p> +<p> +And wondered for a little bit. +</p> +<p> +And we forgot to dig our wells +</p> +<p> +Awhile, and tried to answer it. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And while we tried to find it out, +</p> +<p> +He puckered in a little wad, +</p> +<p> +And then he stretched himself again +</p> +<p> +And went back home inside the clod. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="child"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +A CHILD ASLEEP +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I looked for him everywhere +</p> +<p> +Because I wanted him to play; +</p> +<p> +And then I found him on his bed +</p> +<p> +Asleep, but it was day. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His eyes were shut behind the lids— +</p> +<p> +He couldn't lift them up to see. +</p> +<p> +And I looked at him very long, +</p> +<p> +And something in him looked at me. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And he was something like a cat +</p> +<p> +That is asleep, or like a dog; +</p> +<p> +Or like a thing that's in the woods +</p> +<p> +All day behind a log. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then I was afraid of it, +</p> +<p> +Of something that was sleeping there. +</p> +<p> +I didn't even say his name, +</p> +<p> +But I came down the stair. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="bush"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +LITTLE BUSH +<br> +<br> +(A Song) +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A little bush +</p> +<p> +At the picnic place, +</p> +<p> +A little bush could talk to me. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I ran away +</p> +<p> +And hid myself, +</p> +<p> +And I found a bush that could talk to me, +</p> +<p> +A smooth little bush said a word to me. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="water"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +AT THE WATER +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I liked to go to the branch today; +</p> +<p> +I liked to play with the wiggletails there. +</p> +<p> +And five little smells and one big smell +</p> +<p> +Were going round in the air. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One was the water, a little cold smell, +</p> +<p> +And one was mud and that was more, +</p> +<p> +And one was the smell of cool wet moss, +</p> +<p> +And one was some fennel up on the shore. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And the one big smell came out of the mint, +</p> +<p> +And one was something I couldn't tell. +</p> +<p> +And the five little ones and the big one +</p> +<p> +All went together very well. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="noises"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +WATER NOISES +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When I am playing by myself, +</p> +<p> +And all the boys are lost around, +</p> +<p> +Then I can hear the water go; +</p> +<p> +It makes a little talking sound. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Along the rocks below the tree, +</p> +<p> +I see it ripple up and wink; +</p> +<p> +And I can hear it saying on, +</p> +<p> +"And do you think? And do you think?" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks, +</p> +<p> +And a bird flies up beside the tree +</p> +<p> +To go into the sky to sing. +</p> +<p> +I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Or else a yellow cow comes down +</p> +<p> +To splash a while and have a drink. +</p> +<p> +But when she goes I still can hear +</p> +<p> +The water say, "And do you think?" +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="rushes"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +AMONG THE RUSHES +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side, +</p> +<p> +And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide; +</p> +<p> +I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see, +</p> +<p> +The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day, +</p> +<p> +And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="numbers"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +NUMBERS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When I can count the numbers far, +</p> +<p> +And know all the figures that there are, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then I'll know everything, and I +</p> +<p> +Can know about the ground and sky, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And all the little bugs I see, +</p> +<p> +And I'll count the leaves on the silver-leaf tree, +</p> +<p> +And all the days that ever can be. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I'll know all the cows and sheep that pass, +</p> +<p> +And I'll know all the grass, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And all the places far away, +</p> +<p> +And I'll know everything some day. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="night"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +IN THE NIGHT +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The light was burning very dim, +</p> +<p> +The little blaze was brown and red, +</p> +<p> +And I waked just in time to see +</p> +<p> +A panther going under the bed. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw him crowd his body down +</p> +<p> +To make it fit the little space. +</p> +<p> +I saw the streaks along his back, +</p> +<p> +And bloody bubbles on his face. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Long marks of light came out of my eyes +</p> +<p> +And went into the lamp—and there +</p> +<p> +Was Something waiting in the room— +</p> +<p> +I saw it sitting on a chair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Its only eye was shining red, +</p> +<p> +Its face was very long and gray, +</p> +<p> +Its two bent teeth were sticking out, +</p> +<p> +And all its jaw was torn away. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Its legs were flat against the chair, +</p> +<p> +Its arms were hanging like a swing. +</p> +<p> +It made its eye look into me, +</p> +<p> +But did not move or say a thing. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I tried to call and tried to scream, +</p> +<p> +But all my throat was shut and dry. +</p> +<p> +My little heart was jumping fast, +</p> +<p> +I couldn't talk or cry. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when I'd look outside the bed +</p> +<p> +I'd see the panther going in. +</p> +<p> +The streaks were moving on his back, +</p> +<p> +The bubbles on his chin. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I couldn't help it if they came, +</p> +<p> +I couldn't save myself at all, +</p> +<p> +And so I only waited there +</p> +<p> +And turned my face against the wall. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="the"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE PEOPLE +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The ants are walking under the ground, +</p> +<p> +And the pigeons are flying over the steeple, +</p> +<p> +And in between are the people. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="grandmother"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE GRANDMOTHER +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Grandmother comes to our house, +</p> +<p> +She sits in the chair and sews away. +</p> +<p> +She cuts some pieces just alike +</p> +<p> +And makes a quilt all day. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I watch her bite the little thread, +</p> +<p> +Or stick the needle in and out, +</p> +<p> +And then she remembers her grandmother's house, +</p> +<p> +And what her grandmother told about, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And how a very long ago— +</p> +<p> +She tells it while she cuts and strips— +</p> +<p> +We used to live in Mary-land, +</p> +<p> +And there was a water with ships. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But that was long before her day, +</p> +<p> +She says, and so I like to stand +</p> +<p> +Beside her chair, and then I ask, +</p> +<p> +"Please tell about in Mary-land." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="maryland"> + </a>v +<p class="title"> +IN MARYLAND +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When it was Grandmother Barbara's day, +</p> +<p> +We lived on a hill, and down below, +</p> +<p> +Beyond the pasture and the trees, +</p> +<p> +A river used to go. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The water was very wide and blue +</p> +<p> +And deep, and my! it was a sight +</p> +<p> +To see the ships go up and down, +</p> +<p> +And all the sails were white. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Grandmother Barbara used to wait +</p> +<p> +Beside the window or the door. +</p> +<p> +She never was too tired of it +</p> +<p> +To watch the river any more. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And we could hardly see across, +</p> +<p> +And the water was blue, as blue as the sky, +</p> +<p> +And all day long and all day long +</p> +<p> +We watched the little ships go by. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="bonnet"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE SUNDAY BONNET +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It happened at Grandmother Polly's house, +</p> +<p> +And there was a bonnet put away +</p> +<p> +For Polly to wear when she went to church. +</p> +<p> +She would not wear it every day. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It had some little flowers on, +</p> +<p> +And it was standing on its head +</p> +<p> +In a bonnet box where it was safe, +</p> +<p> +Away up stairs on the company's bed. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Grandmother Polly was going to church, +</p> +<p> +And she sent her Alice up the stair— +</p> +<p> +Alice was black—she was Evaline's child— +</p> +<p> +She waited on Polly and combed her hair. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And Alice said, "Oh, lawsie me!" +</p> +<p> +And then she cried and came running down. +</p> +<p> +And everyone went to see, and the cat +</p> +<p> +Had five little cats in the bonnet crown. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="birch"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE SUN AND A BIRCH TREE +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +As I came home through Howard's lane, +</p> +<p> +The trees were bending down with rain. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A still mist went across their tops, +</p> +<p> +And my coat was powdered gray with drops. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then I looked in the woods to see +</p> +<p> +The limbs of the white birch tree. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +It made a bright spot in the air, +</p> +<p> +And I thought the sun was shining there. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="wind"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +A LITTLE WIND +<br> +<br> +(A Song) +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When I lay down +</p> +<p> +In a clover place, +</p> +<p> +With eyelids closed, +</p> +<p> +In a clover place, +</p> +<p> +A little wind came to my face. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One gentle wind +</p> +<p> +Blew on my mouth, +</p> +<p> +And I said, "It will quiver by. +</p> +<p> +What little wind now can it be?" +</p> +<p> +And I lay still +</p> +<p> +Where the clovers were. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +But when I raised my lids to see, +</p> +<p> +Then it was a butterfly. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="fields"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +AUTUMN FIELDS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He said his legs were stiff and sore +</p> +<p> +For he had gone some twenty-eight miles, +</p> +<p> +And he'd walked through by watergaps +</p> +<p> +And fences and gates and stiles. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He said he'd been by Logan's woods, +</p> +<p> +And up by Walton's branch and Simms, +</p> +<p> +And there were sticktights on his clothes +</p> +<p> +And little dusts of seeds and stems. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then he sat down on the steps, +</p> +<p> +And he said the miles were on his feet. +</p> +<p> +For some of that land was tangled brush, +</p> +<p> +And some was plowed for wheat. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The rabbits were thick where he had been, +</p> +<p> +And he said he'd found some ripe papaws. +</p> +<p> +He'd rested under a white oak tree, +</p> +<p> +And for his dinner he ate red haws. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Then I sat by him on the step +</p> +<p> +To see the things that he had seen. +</p> +<p> +And I could smell the shocks and clods, +</p> +<p> +And the land where he had been. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="pennybaker"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MR. PENNYBAKER AT CHURCH +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He holds his songbook very low, +</p> +<p> +And then he stretches down his face, +</p> +<p> +And Mother said, "You mustn't watch, +</p> +<p> +He's only singing bass." +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He makes his voice go walking down, +</p> +<p> +Or else he hurries twice as fast +</p> +<p> +As all the rest, but even then +</p> +<p> +He finishes the song the last. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And when I see him singing there, +</p> +<p> +I wonder if he knows it all +</p> +<p> +About Leviticus and Shem +</p> +<p> +And Deuteronomy and Saul. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="wolves"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE WOLVES +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +When Grandmother Polly had married and gone, +</p> +<p> +But before her father had given her Clem, +</p> +<p> +Or Joe, or Sandy, or Evaline— +</p> +<p> +Before he had given her any of +<i> +them</i>, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She used to live in a far-away place, +</p> +<p> +In a little cabin that was her home, +</p> +<p> +And all around were bushes and trees, +</p> +<p> +And the wolves could come. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +At night they ran down out of the rocks +</p> +<p> +And bristled up their trembly fur. +</p> +<p> +They came and howled by Polly's door +</p> +<p> +And showed their little white teeth at her. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="lady"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +A BEAUTIFUL LADY +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We like to listen to her dress, +</p> +<p> +It makes a whisper by her feet. +</p> +<p> +Her little pointed shoes are gray; +</p> +<p> +She hardly lets them touch the street. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Sometimes she has a crumpled fan. +</p> +<p> +Her hat is silvered on the crown. +</p> +<p> +And there are roses by the brim +</p> +<p> +That nod and tremble up and down. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She comes along the pavement walk, +</p> +<p> +And in a moment she is gone. +</p> +<p> +She hardly ever looks at us, +</p> +<p> +But once she smiled and looked at John. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And so we run to see her pass +</p> +<p> +And watch her through the fence, and I +</p> +<p> +Can hear the others whispering, +</p> +<p> +"Miss Josephine is going by." +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="shells"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +SHELLS IN ROCK +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I've been along the quarry road, +</p> +<p> +And I have watched men digging wells, +</p> +<p> +And everywhere it was the same— +</p> +<p> +The stones were full of little shells. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And they are packed away in rock; +</p> +<p> +They're under sand and under clay; +</p> +<p> +And some one said that they were left +</p> +<p> +When the ocean went away. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I saw them in the stones that make +</p> +<p> +A church, and in a bridge. +</p> +<p> +They're hidden in the solid rock +</p> +<p> +But they show along the edge. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +You see them in foundation stones; +</p> +<p> +They show in creeks and waterfalls; +</p> +<p> +And once I saw them on the jail— +</p> +<p> +More little shells in walls. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We walk on them when we walk on roads; +</p> +<p> +And they're packed under all the hills. +</p> +<p> +Suppose the sea should come back here +</p> +<p> +And gather up its shells. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="horse"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +HORSE +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His bridle hung around the post. +</p> +<p> +The sun and the leaves made spots come down; +</p> +<p> +I looked close at him through the fence; +</p> +<p> +The post was drab and he was brown. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +His nose was long and hard and still, +</p> +<p> +And on his lip were specks like chalk. +</p> +<p> +But once he opened up his eyes, +</p> +<p> +And he began to talk. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He didn't talk out with his mouth; +</p> +<p> +He didn't talk with words or noise. +</p> +<p> +The talk was there along his nose; +</p> +<p> +It seemed and then it was. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He said the day was hot and slow, +</p> +<p> +And he said he didn't like the flies; +</p> +<p> +They made him have to shake his skin, +</p> +<p> +And they got drowned in his eyes. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +He said that drab was just about +</p> +<p> +The same as brown, but he was not +</p> +<p> +A post, he said, to hold a fence. +</p> +<p> +"I'm horse," he said, "that's what!" +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then he shut his eyes again. +</p> +<p> +As still as they had been before. +</p> +<p> +He said for me to run along +</p> +<p> +And not to bother him any more. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="august"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +AUGUST NIGHT +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +We had to wait for the heat to pass, +</p> +<p> +And I was lying on the grass, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +While Mother sat outside the door, +</p> +<p> +And I saw how many stars there were. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Beyond the tree, beyond the air, +</p> +<p> +And more and more were always there. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +So many that I think they must +</p> +<p> +Be sprinkled on the sky like dust. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A dust is coming through the sky! +</p> +<p> +And I felt myself begin to cry. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +So many of them and so small, +</p> +<p> +Suppose I cannot know them all. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="nuns"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THREE DOMINICAN NUNS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One day they came; I heard their feet. +</p> +<p> +They made a tapping on the street. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And as they passed before our trees, +</p> +<p> +Their shawls blew out in curves like threes, +</p> +<p> +And bent again in twos and L's; +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The wind blew on their rosaries +</p> +<p> +And made them ring like little bells. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="heart"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +MY HEART +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +My heart is beating up and down, +</p> +<p> +Is walking like some heavy feet. +</p> +<p> +My heart is going every day, +</p> +<p> +And I can hear it jump and beat. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +At night before I go to sleep, +</p> +<p> +I feel it beating in my head; +</p> +<p> +I hear it jumping in my neck +</p> +<p> +And in the pillow on my bed. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +And then I make some little words +</p> +<p> +To go along and say with it— +</p> +<p> +<i> +The men are sailing home from Troy</i>, +</p> +<p> +<i> +And all the lamps are lit.</i> +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +<i> +The men are sailing home from Troy</i>, +</p> +<p> +<i> +And all the lamps are lit.</i> +</p> +</div> +</div> +<a name="hens"> + +</a> +<p class="title"> +THE HENS +</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The night was coming very fast; +</p> +<p> +It reached the gate as I ran past. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +The pigeons had gone to the tower of the church +</p> +<p> +And all the hens were on their perch, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +Up in the barn, and I thought I heard +</p> +<p> +A piece of a little purring word. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +I stopped inside, waiting and staying, +</p> +<p> +To try to hear what the hens were saying. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +They were asking something, that was plain, +</p> +<p> +Asking it over and over again. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +One of them moved and turned around, +</p> +<p> +Her feathers made a ruffled sound, +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds, +</p> +<p> +And she said her little asking words. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p> +She pushed her head close into her wing, +</p> +<p> +But nothing answered anything. +</p> +</div> +</div> +<br> +<hr class="short"> +<br> +<p class="ctr"> +<span class="sc"> +The end of</span> +<br> +<i> +Under the Tree +</i> +</p> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Under the Tree, by Elizabeth Madox Roberts + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNDER THE TREE *** + +***** This file should be named 20909-h.htm or 20909-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/0/9/0/20909/ + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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