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

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.

A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red </br> Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread. </br> I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one, </br> He hands them back when he sees they are done.

I know a place all fennel-green and fine </br> Far from the white ice cap, the glacial flaw, </br> Where shy mud hen and dainty porcupine </br> Dance in delight by a quivering pawpaw;