Poems of childhood

With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It’s this way and that way they circle and file-- My! but that music of theirs is fine! This...

So of evenings, after tea, When he toddles up to me And goes tugging at my knee, You should hear his palfrey neigh! You should see him prance and shy, When, with an exulting cry...

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe-- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon...

If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies, My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree, With a f...

And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go, Don’t forget mother who loveth you so! And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes, And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek, And here is...

She’s scared of the cars when the engine goes “Toot!” Down by the crossing at Bumpville; You’d better look out for that treacherous brute Bearing you off to Bumpville! With a sn...