Frederick Schiller Faust

“ Grown-ups read their grown-up volumes by a shaded light
I have Long John Silver, stepping through the night.
They read books where people say, "Won't you?" or "I beg!"
I have Long John Silver, with his wooden leg!
What's the use of reading in a parlor chair?
Would a real adventure ever find you there?
Grown-ups read of birds that sing in a hollow vale;
My birds are the winds that ring in a hollow sail.
Sister loves a hero with mustache nicely trimmed;
I love robbers riding when the moon is dimmed.
Mother loves to read of souls that sigh, and sigh, and sigh. ”