MY GARDEN And here is a treasure from France la belle Exhaleth a faint perfume Of wedded lily and asphodel In a garden of song abloom. And this wee little book of Puritan mien Hath the Yankee flavor of wintergreen, In Walton the brooks a-babbling tell And where in meadow or woodland dwell But best beloved of books, I ween, For it's here a laugh and it's there a tear, But the gracious presence reappears And the fragrance of precious, distant years Come, pluck with me in my garden nooks Oh, sweet is the smell of my old, old books 211 ONE DAY I GOT A MISSIVE ONE day I got a missive Writ in a dainty hand, "T was from a "young admirer" She craved the boon so sweetly Indeed it had been tedious But that a flattered smile Would fill her with delight- And for a spell thereafter That unknown damsel's face ONE DAY I GOT A MISSIVE But a catalogue from Benjamin's The flattering dreams I dreamed; 213 POEMS OF CHILDHOOD WITH TRUMPET AND DRUM WITH big tin trumpet and little red drum, This way and that way, and after a while They march straight into this heart of mine! A sturdy old heart, but it has to succumb To the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum! Come on, little people, from cot and from hall— And jollier still is it bound to become When you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum! So come; though I see not his dear little face I know he were happy to bid me enshrine His memory deep in my heart with your play- And my heart it is lonely-so, little folk, come, THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE 215 THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE HAVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet That good little children have only to eat When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time The tree is so tall that no person could climb You say but the word to that gingerbread dog As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground- There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, As much as your apron can hold! So come, little child, cuddle closer to me In your dainty white nightcap and gown, And I'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree |