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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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It tosses its boughs with their crystalling
blows;
They crackle and tinkle for glee
When the north wind shrieks round the
awful peaks,
On the shores of the polar sea.
And never a bird its blossoms has stirred,
Or built on its branches a nest;
For the perfume which floats from the blos-
soms' throats
Would freeze the song in its breast.
And my own little bird, were her goldilocks
stirred
By the wind thro' its branches which blows,
With her songs silenced all, forever would fall
Asleep on the silver snows.
But our hearth burns bright, little sweetheart,
to-night,
And we're far from the Snowflake Tree;
Thou canst nestle in bed thy little gold head,
And thy songs shall awaken with thee.
DOROTHY'S DREAM
SHE sat on her little wooden stool,
With a wistful, thoughtful face,
Her blue eyes staring straight ahead
Into the chimney-place
Where the oaken logs that winter night sent
up a merry blaze.
"Now, what is the thought, Maid Dorothy,
You think so long, I pray?"
"Oh, mother! last night I dreamed a dream
About that Christmas Day
Which they have in the green old England
over the sea, you say.
And I thought I had hung up a stocking
Right over the chimney there;
And it was not one of the coarse blue socks
I knit myself to wear —
But fine and soft; and, on the sides, some silk-
en 'broidery fair.
"And out of the stocking I pulled a book —
And it was a sin, you'll say —
But my old 'New England Primer'
I thought I would throw away;
For it was not a book like this one, but had
covers and pictures gay.
"And I pulled out a doll with real brown hair
In satins and laces drest —
Oh! she truly cried, and she closed her eyes
When I laid her down to rest.
But I made up my mind I would always love
my old poppet the best.
"Oh! I'm sure that the Governor's lady
Has never one ribbon so fine
As some in that stocking; of blue and gold
And crimson like elder-wine.
I could have tied up my hair with them if
they had been really mine.
"But " – soberly said Maid Dorothy,
A hundred years ago,
"It was a dream – and dreams of course
By opposites always go;
And such fine things will never be in this vain
world, I know."
TIGER LILIES
HOW keepeth my lady the weeds from
her posies,
All in the gay summer-time!
Why is it the rose-chafer eats not her roses
From the song of the lark till the four-o'clock
closes?
Five fierce lily-tigers in spotted cuirasses
She posteth at each of her green garden-
passes,
And they frighten away the chafers and
grasses,
All in the gay summer-time.
THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF MAMMA
O MAMMA dear, just listen!
I ran away, you know;
I saw the grasses glisten,
A-bowing to me so.
The clovers shook their pink heads too —
You wouldn't care I ran away,
blows;
They crackle and tinkle for glee
When the north wind shrieks round the
awful peaks,
On the shores of the polar sea.
And never a bird its blossoms has stirred,
Or built on its branches a nest;
For the perfume which floats from the blos-
soms' throats
Would freeze the song in its breast.
And my own little bird, were her goldilocks
stirred
By the wind thro' its branches which blows,
With her songs silenced all, forever would fall
Asleep on the silver snows.
But our hearth burns bright, little sweetheart,
to-night,
And we're far from the Snowflake Tree;
Thou canst nestle in bed thy little gold head,
And thy songs shall awaken with thee.
DOROTHY'S DREAM
SHE sat on her little wooden stool,
With a wistful, thoughtful face,
Her blue eyes staring straight ahead
Into the chimney-place
Where the oaken logs that winter night sent
up a merry blaze.
"Now, what is the thought, Maid Dorothy,
You think so long, I pray?"
"Oh, mother! last night I dreamed a dream
About that Christmas Day
Which they have in the green old England
over the sea, you say.
And I thought I had hung up a stocking
Right over the chimney there;
And it was not one of the coarse blue socks
I knit myself to wear —
But fine and soft; and, on the sides, some silk-
en 'broidery fair.
"And out of the stocking I pulled a book —
And it was a sin, you'll say —
But my old 'New England Primer'
I thought I would throw away;
For it was not a book like this one, but had
covers and pictures gay.
"And I pulled out a doll with real brown hair
In satins and laces drest —
Oh! she truly cried, and she closed her eyes
When I laid her down to rest.
But I made up my mind I would always love
my old poppet the best.
"Oh! I'm sure that the Governor's lady
Has never one ribbon so fine
As some in that stocking; of blue and gold
And crimson like elder-wine.
I could have tied up my hair with them if
they had been really mine.
"But " – soberly said Maid Dorothy,
A hundred years ago,
"It was a dream – and dreams of course
By opposites always go;
And such fine things will never be in this vain
world, I know."
TIGER LILIES
HOW keepeth my lady the weeds from
her posies,
All in the gay summer-time!
Why is it the rose-chafer eats not her roses
From the song of the lark till the four-o'clock
closes?
Five fierce lily-tigers in spotted cuirasses
She posteth at each of her green garden-
passes,
And they frighten away the chafers and
grasses,
All in the gay summer-time.
THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF MAMMA
O MAMMA dear, just listen!
I ran away, you know;
I saw the grasses glisten,
A-bowing to me so.
The clovers shook their pink heads too —
You wouldn't care I ran away,
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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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