“One Misty, Moisty, Morning”
One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man
All clothed in leather
All clothed in leather,
With a cap under his chin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do again?
Category: Autumn Poetry
“A Life on the Ocean Wave”
“A Life on the Ocean Wave”
~Epes Sargent
A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged, I pine
On this dull, unchanging shore:
Oh! give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest’s roar!
Once more on the deck I stand
Of my own swift-gliding craft:
Set sail! farewell to the land!
The gale follows fair abaft.
We shoot through the sparkling foam
Like an ocean-bird set free;–
Like the ocean-bird, our home
We’ll find far out on the sea.
The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown;
But with a stout vessel and crew,
We’ll say, Let the storm come down!
And the song of our hearts shall be,
While the winds and the waters rave,
A home on the rolling sea!
A life on the ocean wave!
“The North Wind”
“The North Wind”
Art by Margaret Tarrant (I think)
The North Wind came along one day,
So strong and full of fun;
He called the leaves down from the trees
And said run, children, run…
They came in red or yellow dress,
In shaded green and brown,
And all the short November days
He chased them round the town.
“Fairy Song”
“Fairy Song”
~John Keats
Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! Oh! dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies–
Shed no tear.
Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red–
Look up, look up. I flutter now
On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bell
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! O, shed no tear!
The flowers will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu–I fly, adieu,
I vanish in the heaven’s blue–
Adieu, adieu!
“My lantern”
“My lantern”
Art by Margaret Tarrant
My lantern, my lantern,
Shining near and far
Shining like a moon
Shining like a sun
Shining like a silver star
My lantern, my lantern.
“The Harvest Time again is Here”
“The Harvest Time again is Here”
Art by Margaret Tarrant
The harvest time again is here
For all both and near
It is the time we gather food
To last us all the year.
“Where are the Rabbits”
“Where are the Rabbits”
Art by Beatrix Potter
Where are the rabbits where the North Winds blow?
We can not see them in the ice and snow.
Deep deep down in the mud they lie,
Rabbits sleeping with tight closed eyes.
“The Sun is in My Heart”
“The Sun is in My Heart”
The sun is in my heart,
He (she) warms me with his (her) power.
And wakens life and love
In bird and beast and flower.
On the earth I stand upright
With joy I greet the morning sun
Who shines with love on every one
Who shines in the sky, on the land and sea,
And who fills me with light
When he (she) shines on me.
Good morning to you
And good morning to me.
“Apple Tree”
“Apple Tree”
Apple, apple tree. Straight and tall.
Apple, apple tree. Big and small.
Apple, apple tree. Apple, apple tree. You love us all.
“Can You See the Wind Passing by?”
“Can You See the Wind Passing by?”
Art by Margaret Tarrant
Can you, can you see the wind passing by?
Can you, can you see the wind passing by?
The leaves dance, the clouds fly,
The windows rattle and the trees cry.
But can you, can you see the wind passing by?
“Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!”
“Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!”
Art by Bonnie Fete
There came a little girl and she danced and said,
Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
I love my little rose with her petals so red.
Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
“Golden is the Garden”
“Golden is the Garden”
Golden is the garden, Golden is the glen,
Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.
Golden are the tree tops, Golden is the sky,
Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.
“Rose Red is the Evening Sky”
“Rose Red is the Evening Sky”
Art by Alphonse Mucha
Rose red is the evening sky.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Tomorrow may be dull and gray.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
“We Sing the Song of the Spirit”
“We Sing the Song of the Spirit”
We sing the song of the spirit
In one voice, the Music of life
We dance the rhythm of nature
And we drum the beat of our heart
Hear the earth call to you
Feel the air lifting you
See the fire dance for you
Let the water carry you
“Sweet and Low”
“Sweet and Low”
~Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dropping moon and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.