Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,—but it's lovely, up so high! This is how I came,—I put Here my knee, there my foot, Up and up, from shoot to shoot— And the ... [+]

“Son,” said my mother, When I was knee-high,
“You’ve need of clothes to cover you, And not a rag have I. “There’s nothing in the house To make a boy breeches,Nor shears to cut a cloth ... [+]

I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass ... [+]

I. I had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured forth aloneAt dusk upon this unfrequented road. II. I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will ... [+]