Like sweeping clouds;
The birds are nested; their song is silent.
The wind says oo--oo--oo--through the trees
For their lullaby.
The moon shines down on the sleeping birds.

My cottage roof is like a sheet of silk
Spun like a cobweb.
My apple-trees are bare as the oaks in the forest;
When the moon shines
I see no leaves.

I am alone and very quiet
Hoping the moon may say something
Before long.

DANDELION

O little soldier with the golden helmet,
What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!

IF I COULD TELL YOU THE WAY

Down through the forest to the river
I wander.
There are swans flying,