Somewhere between my conception and birth in 1950, my Mom and Dad bought a 14 volume collection of Childcraft books, © 1949. From these I developed my love of reading and it's ability to take one anywhere.
As I was nodding off to Loreena McKennit's latest album, The Book of Secrets, much to my suprise, the realization that the words were too familiar came upon me. Sure enough. Volume Two, Storytelling and other Poems, there it was, illustrations close to what I remembered :) I `enclose' them for your bemusement.
|He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin...||One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night...||He did not come in the dawning, he did not come at noon...|
|She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!||Tlot-tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot in the echoing night!||And still of a winters night, they say, when the wind is in the trees...|