But now I know how few and small,
The things we crave need be--
Toys and the universe and you--
A little friend to tea.
Behold the simple sum of things,
Where, in one splendour spun,
The stars go round the Mulberry Bush,
The Burning Bush, the Sun.
Now we are old and wise and grey,
And shaky at the knees;
Now is the true time to delight
In picture books like these.
Hoary and bent I dance one hour:
What though I die at morn?
There is a shout among the stars,
"To-night a child is born."
CONTENTS
THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE
OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS
ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF AESTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES
ENVOY
THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE.
I love to see the little stars
All dancing to one tune;
I think quite highly of the Sun,
And kindly of the Moon.
[Illustration]
The million forests of the Earth
Come trooping in to tea.
The great Niagara waterfall
Is never shy with me.
[Illustration]
I am the tiger's confidant,
And never mention names:
The lion drops the formal "Sir,"
And lets me call him James.
[Illustration]
Into my ear the blushing Whale
Stammers his love.
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