Eugene Field

O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,— The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and…

I count my treasures o'er with care.— The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair.
Long years ago this holy time, My little one—my all to me— Sat robed in white upon my
And heard the…

(ALASKAN BALLAD)The Northland reared his hoary head
And spied the Southland leagues away—
"Fairest of all fair brides," he said,
"Be thou my bride, I pray!"Whereat the Southland laughed and cried:…

Some men affect a liking
For the prim in face and mind,
And some prefer the striking
And the loud in womankind;…

"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me;
And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, For there my grave shall be."Then Little John did make no sign, And not a word he spake;
But he smiled, altho' with…

(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)I hate the common, vulgar herd!
Away they scamper when I "booh" 'em!
But pretty girls and nice young men
Observe a proper silence when…

Down south there is a curio-shop
Unknown to many men;
Thereat do I intend to stop
When I am south again;…

The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet -She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,

Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say—
Will soon be afloat on the main,
Will be steaming away
Through the mist and the spray…

Yonder stands the hillside chapel
Mid the evergreens and rocks,
All day long it hears the song
Of the shepherd to his flocks.Then the chapel bell goes tolling—…

She whistled gayly to the pup
And called him by his name,
And presently the guileless thing
All unsuspecting came.But when she shut the bath-room door,…

There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle
Of Boo in a southern sea;
They clambered and rollicked in heathenish style
In the boughs of their cocoanut tree.…

A Little boy named Thomas ate
Hot buckwheat cakes for tea—
A very rash proceeding, as
We presently shall see.He went to bed at eight o’clock,…

My books are on their shelves again
And clouds lie low with mist and rain.
Afar the Arno murmurs low
The tale of fields of melting snow.…

Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor.
For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright

Krinken was a little child,—It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, "Sun-child, come to me;

I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase—
The grassy fields, the leafy woods, the banks where I can lie
And listen to the music of the brook that flutters by,…

Then from that tub and from that room
He gat with vast ado;
At every hop he gave a shake,
And—how the water flew!He paddled down the winding stairs…

When the world is fast asleep,
Along the midnight skies—As though it were a wandering cloud—
The ghostly dream-ship flies.
An angel stands at the dream-ship's helm

THE fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
And, like wing'd spirits everywhere,
The firelight shadows fluttering go.…

They told me once that Pan was dead,
And so, in sooth, I thought him;
For vainly where the streamlets led
Through flowery meads I sought him—…

How calm, how beauteous and how cool—
How like a sister to the skies,
Appears the broad, transparent pool
That in this quiet forest lies.…

My baby slept—how calm his rest,
As o'er his handsome face a smile
Like that of angel flitted, while
He lay so still upon my breast!My baby slept—his baby head…

AFTER dear old grandma died,
Hunting through an oaken chest
In the attic, we espied
What repaid our childish quest;…