fly,
The three. If they knew
As I do, and you,
That nests are cozier than the sky!

[Illustration: UNFINISHED WINGS ARE SUCH CURIOUS THINGS]

THE ORANGE

The sky is a greedy child
Who holds one
Yellow orange in her hand:
It is the sun.

She holds it primly:
Then, hid from sight,
All in the darkness,
Eats it at night.

I ALMOST GOT TO FAIRYLAND ONE DAY--

I almost got to Fairyland, one day--
I walked out straight along the sun-path, so.
And there were little hummings in the world,
And moving things went through the grass, and all
The air was just as glad as if there were
A party, somewhere, at a fairy's house.
I knew they had a party, and I knew
That they had kept a seat for me, if I
Could only find the right turn in the road.
I was so near to Fairyland, so near
That I could almost hear the fairy gates
Swing open for me, waiting--just for me.
I was so near to Fairyland--and then,
Just then, I heard my mother calling me;
"Come in to supper, dear," I heard her call;
And so I never got to Fairyland.

I know that there are fairies, though, because
I almost got to Fairyland one day.

UNTRAINED TRAINS

A train should never jump the track;
Such rude behavior shows a lack
Of poise--it's really a disgrace!
A train should know its proper place!

HANDICAPPED

I run as fast as I can go
When trains run past our place;
They're bigger far than I, and so
They always win the race!

A SUNSET

Life seems so sweet! I don't know why,--
Perhaps 't is just because the sky
Put on, to-night, to make me glad,
A dress I didn't know she had.

TO SHIPS

Tall ships, tall ships, sailing out to sea,
Have you in your dreaming hearts any room for me,
For a little singing maid who would sail with you
Out to where the ocean miles are blue, blue, blue?

Tall ships, tall ships, loosening from shore,
Steering all by star-craft, and sailing evermore,
Take a little wishful maid with you as you go!
I would feel the ocean tempests blow, blow, blow!

Tall ships, tall ships, see, I stretch my hands!
Pray you, take me with you to far and foreign lands!
Ships, an eager little maid prays that she may be
Sailing, as you sail, forever free, free, free!

SEA-BUTTERFLIES

The sea is like a garden green,
The spray like daisies white;
And one ful