The Wind's Song

O winds that blow across the sea,
What is the story that you bring?
Leaves clap their hands on every tree
And birds about their branches sing.

You sing to flowers and trees and birds
Your sea-songs over all the land.
Could you not stay and whisper words
A little child might understand?

The roses nod to hear you sing;
But though I listen all the day,
You never tell me anything
Of father's ship so far away.

Its masts are taller than the trees;
Its sails are silver in the sun;
There's not a ship upon the seas
So beautiful as father's one.

With wings spread out it flies so fast

It leaves the waves all white with foam. Just whisper to me, blowing past, If you have seen it sailing home.

I feel your breath upon my cheek,

And in my hair, and on my brow.
Dear winds, if you could only speak,
I know what you would tell me now.

My father's coming home, you'd say,
With precious presents, one, two, three;
A shawl for mother, beads for May,

And eggs and shells for Rob and me.

The winds sing songs where'er they roam; The leaves all clap their little hands; For father's ship is coming home

With wondrous things from foreign lands. Gabriel Setoun.

Who Likes the Rain?

"I," said the duck. "I call it fun,
For I have my pretty red rubbers on;
They make a little three-toed track,
In the soft, cool mud, quack! quack!"

"I!" cried the dandelion, "I!
My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."
And she lifted a towsled yellow head
Out of her green and grassy bed.

"I hope 'twill pour! I hope 'twill pour!"
Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door,
"For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
I am perfectly weather-proof."

Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop,
And wish they never need to stop
Till a big, big river I grew to be,
And could find my way to the sea."

"I," shouted Ted, " for I can run,
With my high-top boots and rain-coat on,
Through every puddle and runlet and pool
I find on the road to school."

Clara Doty Bates.

Rain *

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

* From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by Chas.

Scribner's Sons.

Rain in Spring

So soft and gentle falls the rain,
You cannot hear it on the pane;
For if it came in pelting showers,

'Twould hurt the budding leaves and flowers.

Gabriel Setoun.

Sun and Rain

If all were rain and never sun,
No bow could span the hill;
If all were sun and never rain,
There'd be no rainbow still.

Christina G. Rossetti.

Bees

Bees don't care about the snow;
I can tell you why that's so:

Once I caught a little bee

Who was much too warm for me.

Frank Dempster Sherman.

Annie's Garden

In little Annie's garden

Grew all sorts of posies;

There were pinks, and mignonette,

And tulips, and roses.

Sweet peas, and morning glories,
A bed of violets blue,

And marigolds, and asters,
In Annie's garden grew.

There the bees went for honey,
And the humming-birds too;
And there the pretty butterflies
And the lady-birds flew.

And there among her flowers,
Every bright and pleasant day,

In her own pretty garden

Little Annie went to play.

Eliza Lee Follen.

The Daisy

I'm a pretty little thing,

Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground;