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They's a kind o' _feel_ in the air, to me.When the Chris'mas-times sets in.That's about as much of a mysteryAs ever I've run ag'in!--Fer instunce..

Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,In those old days of the lost sunshineOf youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,And the 'Sunday's wood'..

Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation;But where's the peace and comfort that we all had before?Le's go a-visitin' back to Griggsby's..

The past is like a storyI have listened to in dreamsThat vanished in the gloryOf the Morning's early gleams;And--at my shadow glancing--I feel a loss..

I.When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew,To listen--smile and listen to..

AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils traceThis wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the rapture and..

In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,And the sun comes out and stays,And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze,And you think of..

Your hands- they are strangely fair!O Fair- for the jewels that sparkle there,-Fair- for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can tell;But..

The afternoon of summer foldsIts warm arms round the marigolds,And with its gleaming fingers, petsThe watered pinks and violetsThat from the casement..

I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma sayI'm two little girls. An' one o' meIs _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' sheIs _Bad little girl as she can..

It was a man of many parts,Who in his coffer mindHad stored the Classics and the ArtsAnd Sciences combined;The purest gems of poesyCame flashing from..

I' got no patience with blues at all!And I ust to kindo talkAginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last Fall,They was none in the fambly stock;But a..

Folks has be'n to town, and SahryFetched 'er home a pet canary--,And of all the blame', contrary,Aggervatin' things alive!I love music-- that I love..

Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;But Gracie dearly loved her doll,An' played wiv it on the winder-sill'Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_,An'..

Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf true,And maybe I oughtn't to tell..

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in..

I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here.And I strayed from the town and its dust and heat.And walked in a wood, while the noon was near,Where..

Last Thanksgivin'-dinner weEt at Granny's house, an' sheHad--ist like she alluz does--Most an' best pies ever wuz.Canned _black_ burry-pie an'..

Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing,With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing,Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air,And a knot..

_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._I.Would that my lips might pour out in thy praiseA fitting melody--an air sublime,--A song sun-washed and draped..

Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise,Wuz two Bears an' their two boys:An' the two boys' names, you know,Wuz--like _ours_ is,--Jim an' Jo;An' their..

When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in the drover's beard,And the old..

Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-dayGit down and roll and waller, don't you know,In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow,Seein' sich craps!..

Welladay!Here I layYou at rest--all worn away,O my pencil, to the tipOf our old companionship!MemorySighs to seeWhat you are, and used to be,Looking..

Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round..