Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)

Making a House

First of all, I draw the Smoke
  Trailing up the sky;
Then the Chimney, underneath;
  And Birds all flying by;
Then the House; and every Window,
  Watching, like an Eye.

Everybody else begins
  With the House. But I
Love the Smoke the best of all;
  And you don't know why!...
Here it goes,--like little feathers,
  Sailing up the sky!

1. I Was Lost
2. Little Side-Streets
3. Windows
4. The Sorrows
5. The Green Singing-Book

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