My spoon sails gently to my lips,
Unloading from the SIDE, like ships._




[Illustration]

[Illustration: Baby's Apology]


_BABY'S APOLOGY_


Dear little seed, queer little seed,
Tucked into bed in the garden,
Why don't you grow? Why, don't you know
Baby is asking your pardon?

Out, little seed! Sprout, little seed!
Baby did wrong without knowing!
Hoping for you, groping for you,
To see if you _really_ were growing.

Break, little seed! Wake, little seed!
Baby will watch and not harm you.
Everything's bright, everything's right,
Nothing is here to alarm you.

Dress, little seed! Yes, little seed,