Thinking of you this evening, </br> I think of mystery; </br> I think of umbrellas of crystal </br> Shading a cinnamon sea; - William Jay Smith

Tasting of the sweet damp woods and of the rain one inch </br> above the meadow: It was like feasting upon air.

Now touch the air softly, </br> Step gently. One, two... </br> I’ll love you till roses </br> Are robin’s-egg blue; </br> I’ll love you till gravel </br> Is eaten for bread, </br> And lemons are orange, </br> And lavender’s red.

He hangs in the hall by his black cravat, </br> The ladies faint, and the children holler: </br> Only my Daddy could look like that, </br> And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar.