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"That Little Dog"

"That little dog 'ud scratch at that door

And go on a-whinin' two hours before

He'd ever let up! _There!_--Jane: Let him in.--

(Hah, there, you little rat!) Look at him grin!

Come down off o' that!--

W'y, look at him! (_Drat

You! you-rascal-you!_)--bring me that hat!

Look _out!_--He'll snap _you!_--_He_ wouldn't let

James Whitcomb Riley

At Broad Ripple

Oh luxury! Beyond the heat

And dust of town, with dangling feet

Astride the rock below the dam,

In the cool shadows where the calm

Rests on the stream again, and all

Is silent save the waterfall,—

I bait my hook and cast my line,

And feel the best of life is mine.

James Whitcomb Riley

The Old Swimmin' Hole

Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep

Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,

And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below

Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know

Before we could remember anything but the eyes

Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise;

But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,

And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole.

James Whitcomb Riley

Liberty

New Castle, July 4, 1878

or a hundred years the pulse of time

Has throbbed for Liberty;

For a hundred years the grand old clime

Columbia has been free;

For a hundred years our country's love,

The Stars and Stripes, has waved above.

Away far out on the gulf of years—

James Whitcomb Riley

Ylladmar

Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur

Of darkness, midnight envied her;

And stars grew dimmer in the skies

To see the glory of her eyes;

And all the summer rain of light

That showered from the moon at night

Fell o'er her features as the gloom

Of twilight o'er a lily-bloom.

James Whitcomb Riley

A Poet's Wooing

I woo'd a woman once,

But she was sharper than an eastern wind.

Tennyson

"What may I do to make you glad,

To make you glad and free,

Till your light smiles glance

And your bright eyes dance

Like sunbeams on the sea?

James Whitcomb Riley

The Willow

Who shall sing a simple ditty about the Willow,

Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray

That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill a

Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.

Bravest, too, of all the trees! — none to match your daring,—

First of greens to greet the Spring and lead in leafy sheen;—

Aye, and you're the last — almost into winter wearing

Still the leaf of loyalty — still the badge of green.

James Whitcomb Riley

Orlie Wilde

A goddess, with a siren's grace,—

A sun-haired girl on a craggy place

Above a bay where fish-boats lay

Drifting about like birds of prey.

Wrought was she of a painter's dream,—

Wise only as are artists wise,

My artist-friend, Rolf Herschkelhiem,

With deep sad eyes of oversize,

James Whitcomb Riley

The Merman

Who would be

A merman gay,

Singing alone,

Sitting alone,

With a mermaid's knee,

For instance—hey—

For a throne?

James Whitcomb Riley

A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they —

Life and Love!

Lingeringly I turn away,

This late hour, yet glad enough

They have not withheld from me

Their high hospitality.

So, with face lit with delight

And all gratitude, I stay

James Whitcomb Riley

Ike Walton's Prayer

I crave, dear Lord,

No boundless hoard

Of gold and gear,

Nor jewels fine,

Nor lands, nor kine,

Nor treasure-heaps of anything.-

Let but a little hut be mine

Where at the hearthstore I may hear

James Whitcomb Riley

Granny

Granny's come to our house,

And ho! my lawzy-daisy!

All the childern round the place

Is ist a-runnin' crazy!

Fetched a cake fer little Jake,

And fetched a pie fer Nanny,

And fetched a pear fer all the pack

That runs to kiss their Granny!

James Whitcomb Riley