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Title: Under the Tree
Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Release Date: March 26, 2007 [EBook #20909]
Language: English
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UNDER THE TREE
And over and over I tried to see
Some of us walking under the tree,

And how it looks when I am there.
From _On the Hill_
UNDER THE TREE

BY
ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS
NEW YORK B. W. HUEBSCH, INC. MCMXXII
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
B. W. HUEBSCH, INC.
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
TO MY FATHER
SIMPSON ROBERTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Certain of these poems have appeared in _The Atlantic Monthly_, _The
University Record_ (the University of Chicago), _Poetry, a Magazine
of Verse_, _Child Life_, and the _Phoenix_. The author thanks the
editors of these journals for the privilege of reprinting.
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE SKY 1
THE CORNFIELD 3
MILKING TIME 4
IN MY PILLOW 6
MISS KATE-MARIE 8
THE WOODPECKER 10
THE STAR 11

THE BUTTERBEAN TENT 12
BIG BROTHER 14
MR. WELLS 15
DICK AND WILL 16
THE PILASTER 18
FIREFLY 19
LITTLE RAIN 20
THE PULPIT 22
ON THE HILL 24
AUTUMN 26
THE RABBIT 28
CRESCENT MOON 29
FATHER'S STORY 30
CHRISTMAS MORNING 32
PEOPLE GOING BY 35
BABES IN THE WOODS 38
THE PICNIC 40
MUMPS 42
THE CIRCUS 44
STRANGE TREE 46

THE BRANCH 48
THE WORM 50
A CHILD ASLEEP 52
LITTLE BUSH 54
AT THE WATER 55
WATER NOISES 56
AMONG THE RUSHES 58
NUMBERS 59
IN THE NIGHT 60
THE PEOPLE 63
THE GRANDMOTHER 64
IN MARYLAND 66
THE SUNDAY BONNET 68
THE SUN AND A BIRCH TREE 70
A LITTLE WIND 71
AUTUMN FIELDS 72
MR. PENNYBAKER AT CHURCH 74
THE WOLVES 75
A BEAUTIFUL LADY 76
SHELLS IN ROCK 78

HORSE 80
AUGUST NIGHT 82
THREE DOMINICAN NUNS 84
MY HEART 85
THE HENS 86
THE SKY
I saw a shadow on the ground
And heard a bluejay going by;
A
shadow went across the ground,
And I looked up and saw the sky.
It hung up on the poplar tree,
But while I looked it did not stay;
It
gave a tiny sort of jerk
And moved a little bit away.
And farther on and farther on
It moved and never seemed to stop.
I
think it must be tied with chains
And something pulls it from the top.
It never has come down again,
And every time I look to see,
The
sky is always slipping back
And getting far away from me.
THE CORNFIELD
I went across the pasture lot
When not a one was watching me.

Away beyond the cattle barns
I climbed a little crooked tree.
And I could look down on the field
And see the corn and how it
grows
Across the world and up and down
In very straight and even
rows.
And far away and far away--
I wonder if the farmer man
Knows all
about the corn and how
It comes together like a fan.
MILKING TIME

When supper time is almost come,
But not quite here, I cannot wait,

And so I take my china mug
And go down by the milking gate.
The cow is always eating shucks
And spilling off the little silk.
Her
purple eyes are big and soft--
She always smells like milk.
And Father takes my mug from me,
And then he makes the stream
come out.
I see it going in my mug
And foaming all about.
And when it's piling very high,
And when some little streams
commence
To run and drip along the sides,
He hands it to me
through the fence.
IN MY PILLOW
When Mother or Father turns down the light,
I like to look into my
pillow at night.
Some people call them dreams, but for me
They are things I look
down in my pillow and see.
I saw some birds, as many as four,
That were all blue wings and
nothing else more.
Without any head and without any feet,
Just blue wings flying over a
street.
And almost every night I see
A little brown bowl that can talk to me,
A nice little bowl that laughs and sings,
And ever so many other
things.
Sometimes they are plainer than I can say,
And while I am waking
they go away.
And when nobody is coming by,
I feel my pillow all over and try

And try to feel the pretty things,
The little brown bowl and the flying
wings.
MISS KATE-MARIE
And it was Sunday everywhere,
And Father pinned