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WINDY NIGHTS

HENEVER the moon and stars are

set,

Whenever the wind is high,

All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.

Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.

By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

I

SHOULD like to rise and go

Where the golden apples grow; Where below another sky

Parrot islands anchored lie,

And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building boats;
Where in sunshine reaching out
Eastern cities, miles about,
Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,

And the rich goods from near and far

Hang for sale in the bazaar,

Where the Great Wall round China goes,

And on one side the desert blows,

And with bell and voice and drum,
Cities on the other hum;

Where are forests, hot as fire,
Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and cocoa-nuts
And the negro hunters' huts; -
Where the knotty crocodile
Lies and blinks in the Nile,

And the red flamingo flies
Hunting fish before his eyes;
Where in jungles, near and far,
Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear
Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen
Swinging in a palanquin;
Where among the desert sands
Some deserted city stands,

All its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,
Not a foot in street or house,
Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,
In all the town no spark of light.
There I'll come when I'm a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining-room;
See the pictures on the walls,
Heroes, fights and festivals;
And in a corner find the toys
Of the old Egyptian boys.

SINGING

OF speckled eggs the birdie sings

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And nests among the trees;

The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.

The

W

LOOKING FORWARD

HEN I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.