child poetry

and how could you dream of meeting
royal feast was done
the darkness
shades of night were falling fast
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
he's gone
there is no escape by the river
i see all human wits
why then, must we see?
i bid them all farewell
friend, whose smile has come to be
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
wrap the earth in cloudy weather