AT THE SEASIDE
When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup,In every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more.
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
All night long and every night,When my mamma puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,All carrying different kinds of things,And marching in so grand a... more...