Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
A Home-Made Fairy Tale
... I said! And there he trinkled and trilled a tune--, ...
Granny
... And Marthy's twins, from Aunt Marinn's, ...
A Masque Of The Seasons
... --Waving her wand, and, with eerie, sharp, imperious ejaculations, addressing the ...
Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee
... Softly smoothed and soothed and calmed ...
His Mother
... Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good ...
Moon-Drowned
... Where, pale as the lovers that ever swear by it, ...
The South Wind And The Sun
... As he puffed his cheeks, and pursed his lips, ...
June
... And, wheeling into ranks, with plume and spear, ...
Our Own
... They tell us all that they have planned-- ...
Time Of Clearer twitterings
... We speak Only with old questionings ...
The Penalty Of Genius
... Ef they _can't_ speak an' got fine clo'es, ...
A Test Of Love
... And then he turned, and with teeth tight clenched, ...
At Noey's House
... --"Jason done That-air with one o' these-'ere tools _we_ call ...
Her Beautiful Hands
... Where you are lingering, and give me, to-night, ...
A Man Of Many Parts
... And time 'twould take to reach the sun, ...
