The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for Children. Various

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       Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,

       I hardly can think of you, World, at all;

       And yet, when I said my prayers to-day,

       My mother kissed me, and said, quite gay, "If the wonderful World is great to you, And great to father and mother, too, You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot! You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"

      William Brighty Rands.

       A Day

      I'll tell you how the sun rose,

       A ribbon at a time.

       The steeples swam in amethyst,

       The news like squirrels ran.

       The hills untied their bonnets,

       The bobolinks begun.

       Then I said softly to myself,

       "That must have been the sun!"

       … . … . But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while Till when they reached the other side, A dominie in gray Put gently up the evening bars, And led the flock away.

      Emily Dickinson.

      

       Good-Morning

      The year's at the Spring,

       And day's at the morn;

       Morning's at seven;

       The hill-side's dew-pearled;

       The lark's on the wing;

       The snail's on the thorn;

       God's in his heaven—

       All's right with the world.

      Robert Browning.

       What the Winds Bring

      Which is the Wind that brings the cold?

       The North-Wind, Freddy, and all the snow;

       And the sheep will scamper into the fold

       When the North begins to blow.

       Which is the Wind that brings the heat?

       The South-Wind, Katy; and corn will grow,

       And peaches redden for you to eat,

       When the South begins to blow.

       Which is the Wind that brings the rain?

       The East-Wind, Arty; and farmers know

       The cows come shivering up the lane,

       When the East begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the flowers? The West-Wind, Bessy; and soft and low The birdies sing in the summer hours, When the West begins to blow.

      Edmund Clarence Stedman.

       Lady Moon

      Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?

       "Over the sea."

       Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?

       "All that love me."

       Are you not tired with rolling, and never

       Resting to sleep?

       Why look so pale and so sad, as forever

       Wishing to weep?

       "Ask me not this, little child, if you love me:

       You are too bold:

       I must obey my dear Father above me,

       And do as I'm told."

       Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?

       "Over the sea."

       Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?

       "All that love me."

      Lord Houghton.

      

       O Lady Moon[B]

      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 Nights[C]

      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,

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