Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
A Child-World
... The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze ...
Luther Benson
... And writhes, and clasps his hands, and kneels, ...
This Man Jones
... And we daren't flinch, far the doctor said, ...
The Plaint Human
... We want just a little too little of one, ...
Bud's Fairy-Tale
... an' nen I ist _squeeze' him_, purt'-nigh my _best_, I did-- ...
Nothin' To Say
... It'll 'most seem like you was dead--like her!--But I hain't got nothin' to say! ...
Joney
... Chap said onc't his mouth looked sorter ...
A Southern Singer
... Songs blithe as those of Pan's pursed mouth-- ...
When My Dreams Come True
... Till the noon swoons into twilight, and the gleaners' work is done-- ...
Naughty Claude
... Clock, I'm much obleeged to you!" ...
Noey's Night-Piece
... And, bless their hearts, that's all the 'tale' they is!" ...
To Santa Claus
... Throughout the world's evasions, wiles, and shifts, ...
"Tired Out"
... Pure, white rose-leaves washed with dew ...
My Jolly Friend's Secret
... Till--you see--look here--that I'm, ...
Old October
... Last thing et, it tastes the best--! ...
