THE NIGHT WIND To the darkness brooding far and wide "Whom do you want, O lonely night, That you wail the long hours through?" And the night would say in its ghostly way: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!" My mother told me long ago (When I was a little tad) That when the night went wailing so, Somebody had been bad; And then, when I was snug in bed, Whither I had been sent, With the blankets pulled up round my head, And the voice would say in its meaningful way: Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!" That this was true I must allow- And if you doubt what things I say, Suppose, when you've been bad some day From mother and the rest Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?" For the wind will moan in its ruefullest tone: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!" 271 KISSING TIME "TIs when the lark goes soaring Go, pretty lark, a-soaring, So-so the days go fleeting Sometimes, maybe, he wanders A heedless, aimless way— Sometimes, maybe, he loiters In pretty, prattling play; But presently bethinks him And hastens to me then, For it's half-past kissing time And time to kiss again! JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS 273 JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS FATHER calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain't a girl-ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an' things that 's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache! 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me, But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man, As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle, And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemnlike an' still, That mother says to father: "How improved our Willie is!" When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys; So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's, An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes; Say "Yessum" to the ladies, and "Yessur" to the men, An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again; But, thinkin' of the things yer 'd like to see upon that tree, Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be! BEARD AND BABY I SAY, as one who never feared I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle, With both her hands she tugs away, No other would presume, I ween, To trifle with this hirsute wonder, But when her baby fingers pull This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure, My cup of happiness is full I fairly glow with pride and pleasure! THE DINKEY-BIRD And, sweeter still, through all the day As though they gave me sportive battle. Yes, heavenly music seems to steal THE DINKEY-BIRD IN an ocean, 'way out yonder While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing There the gum-drops grow like cherries, And taffy's thick as peas Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please; Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea So when children shout and scamper Then I'm sure as sure can be 275 |