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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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Over the marble floor,
And she gleefully sped from hall to hall,
And opened each golden door;
And chambers she found whose lofty walls
With jewels were all acrust,
With windows of pearl, and ivory floors
Scattered over with diamond-dust.
And oft up a staircase rail she saw
A flowering garland twist,
With ruby lilies, and roses of gold,
And myrtle of amethyst.
(The south wind blew; on the garret-roof
Fell faster the summer rain;)
A wonderful garden the darling found
Around the Castle in Spain:
Apple-branches all white with flowers,
A hive of stingless bees,
Robins, with nests of woven gold,
On the boughs of the cherry-trees;
Lilies as tall as the darling's self,
Of silver and gold and blue,
Banks of primrose and mignonette,
And violets wet with dew;
Poppies, with bees asleep in their cups,
Tulips of purple and red,
Honeysuckles and humming-birds,
Rose-branches over her head;
A velvet sward in an open space,
A fountain of tinkling pearls;
And the darling herself in a violet gown,
With hyacinths in her curls,
With her apron full of roses and pearls,
Singing a song so clear
That the bees and the yellow butterflies
Came flying round to hear.
Then the darling danced down a flowery path,
Still singing her song so sweet,
With hawthorn branches on either hand,
And crocuses under feet.
And she found a beautiful blue-eyed prince
Asleep in a thicket dim,
Caught in a bramble-rose which grew
By magic over him.
Thro' the leaves and roses she scarce could see
His head with its flaxen curls,
His rosy cheeks, and his velvet coat
With its buttons of milky pearls.
And the poor little prince, if he chanced to
stir
As he dreamed in his magic sleep,
Was pierced by a thorn of the bramble-rose —
And the darling began to weep.
Then a bright tear dropt on the bramble-rose,
And away from the prince it fell,
And he woke from his sleep – and loud and
sweet
Rang the chimes of the Castle bell!
The darling sat in her straight-backed chair,
With her soft cheeks flushing red;
And she sighed, for the prince and the castle
fair
And the roses and pearls had fled.
She wistfully looked thro' the rain-splashed
pane:
"'Tis a sad and stormy day,
And not so much as a rose have I brought
From my Castle in Spain away!"
She did not know as she sat and watched,
The darling, the pattering rain —
On her soft little cheek she carried a rose,
A rose from her Castle in Spain.
AT THE DREAMLAND GATE
THE winds go down in peace, dear child,
The birds are circling o'er the sea;
The Dreamland gate before thee swings
With murmur soft as drowsy bee;
Now enter in, dear child, nor fear,
nor fear lest harm should come to thee.
Beyond the gate I cannot go,
But here I'll stand, nor stir away,
While, with the Dreamland children, thou
And she gleefully sped from hall to hall,
And opened each golden door;
And chambers she found whose lofty walls
With jewels were all acrust,
With windows of pearl, and ivory floors
Scattered over with diamond-dust.
And oft up a staircase rail she saw
A flowering garland twist,
With ruby lilies, and roses of gold,
And myrtle of amethyst.
(The south wind blew; on the garret-roof
Fell faster the summer rain;)
A wonderful garden the darling found
Around the Castle in Spain:
Apple-branches all white with flowers,
A hive of stingless bees,
Robins, with nests of woven gold,
On the boughs of the cherry-trees;
Lilies as tall as the darling's self,
Of silver and gold and blue,
Banks of primrose and mignonette,
And violets wet with dew;
Poppies, with bees asleep in their cups,
Tulips of purple and red,
Honeysuckles and humming-birds,
Rose-branches over her head;
A velvet sward in an open space,
A fountain of tinkling pearls;
And the darling herself in a violet gown,
With hyacinths in her curls,
With her apron full of roses and pearls,
Singing a song so clear
That the bees and the yellow butterflies
Came flying round to hear.
Then the darling danced down a flowery path,
Still singing her song so sweet,
With hawthorn branches on either hand,
And crocuses under feet.
And she found a beautiful blue-eyed prince
Asleep in a thicket dim,
Caught in a bramble-rose which grew
By magic over him.
Thro' the leaves and roses she scarce could see
His head with its flaxen curls,
His rosy cheeks, and his velvet coat
With its buttons of milky pearls.
And the poor little prince, if he chanced to
stir
As he dreamed in his magic sleep,
Was pierced by a thorn of the bramble-rose —
And the darling began to weep.
Then a bright tear dropt on the bramble-rose,
And away from the prince it fell,
And he woke from his sleep – and loud and
sweet
Rang the chimes of the Castle bell!
The darling sat in her straight-backed chair,
With her soft cheeks flushing red;
And she sighed, for the prince and the castle
fair
And the roses and pearls had fled.
She wistfully looked thro' the rain-splashed
pane:
"'Tis a sad and stormy day,
And not so much as a rose have I brought
From my Castle in Spain away!"
She did not know as she sat and watched,
The darling, the pattering rain —
On her soft little cheek she carried a rose,
A rose from her Castle in Spain.
AT THE DREAMLAND GATE
THE winds go down in peace, dear child,
The birds are circling o'er the sea;
The Dreamland gate before thee swings
With murmur soft as drowsy bee;
Now enter in, dear child, nor fear,
nor fear lest harm should come to thee.
Beyond the gate I cannot go,
But here I'll stand, nor stir away,
While, with the Dreamland children, thou
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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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