Infant Joy - oes tsetnoc
"I have no name;I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee! (by oes tsetnoc)
A Baby's Feet - oes tsetnoc
A baby's feet, like sea shells pink,Might tempt, should heaven see meet
An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
A baby's feet.
Like rose-hued sea flowers toward the heat
They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
No flower bells that expand and shrink
Gleam half so heavenly sweet,
As shine on life's untrodden brink
A baby's feet.by oes tsetnoc
fall leaves - oes tsetnoc
In autumn when the trees are brownThe little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.
autumn leaves - oes tsetnoc
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
