I am sure they are magical fruits,and each one Makes you hear things,or see things,or go Forever invisible;but it's no use,And of course I shall just never know.
For the ladder's too heavy to lift,and the chairs Are not nearly so tall as I need.
I've given up hope,and I feel I shall die Without having accomplished the deed.
It's a little bit sad,when you seem very near To adventures and things of that sort,Which nearly begin,and then don't;and you know It is only because you are short.
The Crescent Moon Slipping softly through the sky Little horned,happy moon,Can you hear me up so high?
Will you come down soon?
On my nursery window-sill Will you stay your steady flight?
And then float away with me Through the summer night?
Brushing over tops of trees,Playing hide and seek with stars,Peeping up through shiny clouds At Jupiter or Mars.
I shall fill my lap with roses Gathered in the milky way,All to carry home to mother.
Oh!what will she say!
Little rocking,sailing moon,Do you hear me shout --Ahoy!
Just a little nearer,moon,To please a little boy.
Climbing High up in the apple tree climbing I go,With the sky above me,the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
Climbing,climbing,higher and higher,The branches blow and I see a spire,The gleam of a turret,the glint of a dome,All sparkling and bright,like white sea foam.
On and on,from bough to bough,The leaves are thick,but I push my way through;Before,I have always had to stop,But to-day I am sure I shall reach the top.
Today to the end of the marvelous stair,Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air!
Climbing,climbing,higher I go,With the sky close above me,the earth far below.
The Trout Naughty little speckled trout,Can't I coax you to come out?
Is it such great fun to play In the water every day?
Do you pull the Naiads'hair Hiding in the lilies there?