On the Bridge

If I could see a little fish—

That is what I just now wish!

I want to see his great round eyes

Always open in surprise.

I wish a water rat would glide

Slowly to the other side;

Or a dancing spider sit

On the yellow flags a bit.

I think I'll get some stones to throw,

And watch the pretty circles show.

Or shall we sail a flower-boat,

And watch it slowly—slowly float?

That's nice—because you never know

How far away it means to go;

And when to-morrow comes, you see,

It may be in the great wide sea.