, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.

The Pleiades

By day you cannot see the sky
For it is up so very high.
You look and look, but it's so blue
That you can never see right through.

But when night comes it is quite plain,
And all the stars are there again.
They seem just like old friends to me,
I've known them all my life you see.

There is the dipper first, and there
Is Cassiopeia in her chair,
Orion's belt, the Milky Way,
And lots I know but cannot say.

One group looks like a swarm of bees,
Papa says they're the Pleiades;
But I think they must be the toy
Of some nice little angel boy.

Perhaps his jackstones which to-day
He has forgot to put away,
And left them lying on the sky
Where he will find them bye and bye.

I wish he'd come and play with me.
We'd have such fun, for it would be
A most unusual thing for boys
To feel that they had stars for toys!

THE END

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(These are taken from the back of the 1916 printing.)

A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
By AMY LOWELL
New edition, cloth, $1.25

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"These poems arouse interest, and justify it by the result. Miss Lowell
is the sister of President Lowell of Harvard. Her art, however, needs
no reflection from such distinguished influence to make apparent its
distinction. Such verse as this is delightful, has a sort of personal
flavour, a loyalty to the fundamentals of life and nationality. . . .
The child poems are particularly graceful." -- 'Boston Evening
Transcript', Boston, Mass.

"Miss Lowell has given expression in exquisite form to many beautiful
thoughts, inspired by a variety of subjects and based on some of the
loftiest ideals. . . .

"The verses are grouped under the captions 'Lyrical Poems', 'Sonnets',
and 'Verses for Children'. . . .

"It is difficult to say which of these are the most successful. Indeed,
all reveal Miss Lowell's powers of observation from the view-point