If Candlemas Day be fair and bright,
Winter will have another flight;
But if it be dark with clouds and rain,
Winter is gone, and will not come again.

If at your coming princes disappear,
Comets! come every day—and stay a year.

I'd Rather have Fingers than Toes;
I'd Rather have Eyes than a Nose;
And As for my hair,
I'm Glad it's all there;
I'll be Awfully Sad, when it Goes!

I'd like to run like a rabbit in hops
With occasional intermediate stops.
He is so cute when he lifts his ears
And looks around to see what he hears.

The icicles upon the pane
Are busy architects; they leave
What temples and what chiseled forms
Of leaf and flower. Then believe
That though the woods be brown and bare,
And sunbeams peep through cloudy veils,
Though tempests howl through leaden skies,
The Springtime never fails!

The icehouse keeper —
how often he dreams
of sunlight streaming in

I would live for a day and a night,
In the rigorous land where everything's right.
Then I would sit and make a song,
In the leisurely land where everything's wrong.

I wish I were in the Dutchman's Hall,
Lowlands, lowlands, hurrah, my boys!
A-drinking luck to the old Black Ball.
My dollar and a half a day!

I went to the coffeehouse
intending to forget
our love and bury
my sorrows, but
you emerged
from the bottom of my
coffee cup,

— — I weep — —
Not as the young do noisily,
Not as the aged rustily,
But quietly.
Drop by drop the great tears
Splash upon my hands,
And save you saw them shine,
You would not know