A girl's mood

I love a prayer-book;

I love a thorn-tree

That blows in the grass

As white as can be.

I love an old house

Set down in the sun,

And the windy old roads

That thereabout run.

I love blue, thin frocks;

Green stones one and all;

A sky full of stars,

A rose at the fall.

A lover I love;

Oh, had I but one,

I would give him all these,

Myself, and the sun!