Fades as days darken – goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
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Every night my prayers I say,
And every day that I’ve been good,I get an orange after food.The child that is not clean and neat,With lots of toys and things to eat,He is a naughty child, I’m sure–Or else his dear papa is poor.
YOU have been far, and I
Since last, in foul or fairAn impecunious pair,Below this northern skyOf ours, we met.Now winter night shall seeAgain us two,While howls the tempest higher,Sit warmly by the fireAnd dream and plan, as weWere wont to do.And, hand in hand, at largeOur thoughts shall walkWhile storm and gusty rain,Again and yet again,Shall drive their noisy chargeAcross…
From Child’s Garden of Verses
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow–Not at all like proper children, which…
The friendly cow all red and white,
She gives me cream with all her might,To eat with apple-tart.She wanders lowing here and there,And yet she cannot stray,All in the pleasant open air,The pleasant light of day;And blown by all the winds that passAnd wet with all the showers,She walks among the meadow grassAnd eats the meadow flowers.
In winter I get up at night
In summer quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people’s feetStill going past me in the street.And does it not seem hard to you,When all the sky is clear and blue,And I should like so…
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
And high overhead and all moving about,There were thousands of millions of stars.There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,Nor of people in church or the Park,As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,And that glittered and winked in the dark.The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,And…