| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | James Whitcomb Riley |
| | | | An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done, |
| We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun |
| A-list’nin’ to the witch tales ’at Annie tells about, |
| An’ the gobble-uns ’at gits you |
| Ef you |
| Don’t |
| Watch |
| Out! |
| 1 |
| | And the South Wind—he was dressed |
| With a ribbon round his breast |
| That floated, flapped, and fluttered |
| In it riotous unrest |
| And a drapery of mist |
| From the shoulder to the wrist |
| Floating backward with the motion |
| Of the waving hand he kissed. |
| 2 |
| | And the sun had on a crown |
| Wrought of gilded thistledown, |
| And a scarf of velvet vapor |
| And a raveled rainbow gown; |
| And his tinsel-tangled hair |
| Tossed and lost upon the air |
| Was glossier and flossier |
| Than any anywhere. |
| 3 |
| | Just the wee cot—the cricket’s chirr— |
| Love and the smiling face of her. |
| 4 |
| | One naked star has waded through |
| The purple shallows of the night, |
| And faltering as falls the dew |
| It drips its misty light. |
| 5 |
| The ripest peach is highest on the tree. | 6 | | |
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