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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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"Once, ages and ages ago it was,
I thought I would see for myself, because
I doubted a little, just like you,
Whether or no the story was true;
"And so one Christmas Eve I staid
Awake till twelve – Oh, I was afraid!
The wind was a-blowing, and no moon shone,
But I went to the stable myself, alone.
"And when I had slid the big doors back
I couldn't go in, it was so black;
But – solemn and true – I do declare
I heard the cows when they knelt down! There!"
ROSALINDA'S LAMB
THE Princess Rosalinda's lamb-
Silken is his fleece, they say,
And he feeds on pinks alway.
Round his neck's a golden band,
"Rosalinda" 's on it writ,
And a padlock fastens it.
Oh! of pinks he is so sweet,
And he has such dainty feet —
The Princess Rosalinda's lamb!
If you find him, you who read,
And him to his mistress lead,
Rich reward she offers you:
Lovely china mug of blue,
Coral beads, a turquoise ring,
Silver bangles – anything
That you choose to have in mind;
Ah, you're lucky if you find
Princess Rosalinda's lamb!
THE BABY'S REVERY
AN exquisite little maiden
With a head like a golden flower,
She soberly stood at the window
In the still, white twilight hour.
"Of what are you thinking, sweetheart?
She was such a little child,
She could not answer the question;
She only dimpled and smiled.
But I wondered, as she frolicked,
Her mystic revery o'er,
Was she a rose-shade less a child
Than she had been before?
Was she pausing, as a rose-bud
Seems pausing while it grows?
Had I caught the blooming minute
Of a little human rose?
A SILLY BOY
O, A little boy sailed in a sugar-bowl,
with silver spoons for oars,
And his hold was full of sugar, the French-
man's tea to sweeten;
But when he safely moored his craft beside
those foreign shores —
Alas, that silly little boy, his cargo he had
eaten!
A PRETTY AMBITION
THE mackerel-man drives down the street,
With mackerel to sell,
A-calling out with lusty shout:
"Ha-il, Mack-e-rel!"
When I'm a man I mean to drive
A wagon full of posies,
And sing so sweet to all I meet:
"Hail, Hyacinths and Roses!"
THE SNOWFLAKE TREE
THE hawthorn is dead, the rose-leaves
have fled
On the north wind over the sea:
Now the petals will fall that are rarest of all,
Sweetheart, from the Snowflake Tree.
The Tree, it doth stand in that marvellous
land
Whose shore like a sapphire gleams,
Where a crown hangs high in the northern
sky,
Forth raying its golden beams.
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Так получилось, что книга ко мне попала в тяжелый эмоциональный кризис и многое мне дала. Написано актуально, тут многих полезных вещей, никакого злоу...
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