Dont You See
The day was hotter than words can tell,
So hot the jelly-fish wouldn't jell.
The halibut went all to butter,
And the catfish had only force to utterA faint sea-mew — aye, though some have doubted,
The carp he capered and the horn-pout pouted.
The sardonic sardine had his sly heart's
When the angelfish fought with the paradise fish.'T was a sight gave the bluefish the blues to see,
But the seal concealed a wicked glee—The day it went from bad to worse,
Till the pickerel picked the purse-crab's purse.
And the crab felt crabedder yet no doubt,
Because the oyster would n't shell out.
The sculpin would sculp, but had n't a model,
And the coddlefish begged for something to coddle.
But to both the dolphin refused its doll,
Till the whale was oblidged to whale them all.
Katharine Lee Bates
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Yellow Warblers
The first faint dawn was flushing up the When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,— a winter wild with war and woe and wrong —Beyond my casement had been void of song And lo
In August
DE the country road with truant Wild carrot lifts its circles of white lace From vines whose interwoven branches The old stone walls, come pungent scents of grape
Pigeon Post
White wing, white wing, Lily of the air, What word dost bring, On whose errand fare
Graves At Christiania
WE bore them their own wild And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway's dead
