As if they were easy things,
Laughing morning, noon and night,
Being such a funny sight!
Do you think, then, I'd grow tired of fun,
Laughing so from sun to sun?
Or, when performances are done,
Do clown-folk cry like anyone?
I like to go out in the night
When there's neither a sound nor a light,
With my hands and feet bare,
And the wind in my hair,
Not a nurse nor a parent in sight;
But only the night, moon and me
As I dance in the dew joyfully,
Quite daring and bold
For there's no one to scold,
Because there is no one to see.
SONGS FOR OUT OF DOORS
Apple blossoms look like snow,
They're different, though.
Snow falls softly, but it brings
Sleighs and bells, forts and fights,
But apple blossoms when they go,
White and slow,
Quiet all the orchard space,
Till the place
Hushed with falling sweetness see