Biography of Evaleen Stein
Evaleen Stein was an American poet and writer who is especially well known for her children's writings. She was born in Lafayette, Indiana on October 12, 1863. She lived there her entire life.
I've categorized some of her poetry by theme to help you find something you might be interested in reading. Each section includes a printable coloring poetry page and craft suggestions.
Evaleen Stein Poems
Grandfather says of all things The silliest he's heard Is that some children call things
The First Red-Bird
I heard a song at daybreak, So honey-sweet and clear,
Hey-a-day-a-day, my dear! Dandelion time! Come, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme!
Another Sure Sign
When pink-cheeked on every hand Little girls are seen to stand Turning skipping ropes,- swish-swash!-
A Sure Sign
When you see upon the walk Circles newly made of chalk, And around them all the day
Budding-Time Too Brief
O LITTLE buds, break not so fast! The spring's but new. The skies will yet be brighter blue, And sunny too.
NOT lips of mine have ever said: "Would God that I were dead!" Nay, cruel griefs! ye cannot break
THE CACTUS towers, straight and tall, Through fallow fields of chapparal; And here and there, in paths apart,
With a May-Basket for Baby Agnes
Peach-buds to meet thee, Robins to greet thee, Hey, little Sweetheart! and May morning, hey!
Up, Little Ones!
Such pretty things are to be seen, Such pleasant things to do, The April earth it is so green,
The April rain-drops tinkle In cuckoo-cups of gold, And warm south winds unwrinkle
A Rain Song
Tinkle, tinkle, Lightly fall On the peach buds, pink and small; Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle
The Queen's Page
Once I was a little page To a May-day queen, And I wore a little coat
Let us take our baskets early To the meadows green, While the wild-flowers still are pearly
A Sure Sign
When you see upon the walk
Circles newly made of chalk,
And around them all the day
Little boys in eager play
Rolling marbles, agates fine,
Banded, polished, red as wine,
Marbles crystal as the dew,
Each with rainbows twisted through,
Marbles gay in painted clay,