MUSHROOM SONG
Oh little mushrooms with brown faces underneath
And bare white heads,
You think of summer and you think of song . . .
Why don't you think of me
In my little white bed
In the night?
You think only of your singsong and your dances,
Following your leader round and round,
You think only of the grass
And the green apples and leaves
Dropping out of the blue . . .
Why don't you think of me asleep
In my little white bed?
The wind thinks of me,
Brown-white dancers!
You forget,
But the wind remembers.
THE APPLE-JELLY-FISH-TREE
Down in the depths of the sea
Grew the Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree.
It was named by a queer old robber
And his mates three.
I watched it for a second,
I watched it for a day.
It did not change color
For its colors stay.
It was as red, as yellow, as white, as blue
As gold and stones with the light through!
I watched it long and long
Till a flying sunfish
Swam through its branches.
He had opal wings
And a sapphire tail.
No wonder robbers like to stay
Where fish so shining come to play!
THREE LOVES
Angel-love,
Fairy-love,
Wave-love,
Which will you choose?
Angel-love . . . golden-yellow and far white . . .
Fairy-love . . . golden yellow and green .
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