A FROST FANCY

Summer gone,
Winter here;
Ways are white,
Skies are clear.
And the sun
A ruddy boy
All day sliding,
While at night
The stars appear
Like skaters gliding
On a mere.


THE WORLD IS WIDE

The world is wide--around yon court,
Where dirty little children play,
Another world of street on street
Grows wide and wider every day.

And round the town for endless miles
A great strange land of green is spread--
O wide the world, O weary-wide,
But it is wider overhead.

For could you mount yon glittering stairs