#RhymedStanza
Baby cry — Oh fie! — At the physic in the cup: Gulp it twice And gulp it thrice,
If the sun could tell us half That he hears and sees, Sometimes he would make us laugh, Sometimes make us cry: Think of all the birds that make
Three little children On the wide wide earth, Motherless children— Cared for from their birth By tender angels.
Minnie and Mattie And fat little May, Out in the country, Spending a day. Such a bright day,
I have but one rose in the world, And my one rose stands a—drooping: Oh, when my single rose is dead There’ll be but thorns for stoopin…
When fishes set umbrellas up If the rain—drops run, Lizards will want their parasols To shade them from the sun.
Oh what is that country And where can it be, Not mine own country, But dearer far to me? Yet mine own country,
O sailor, come ashore, What have you brought for me? Red coral, white coral, Coral from the sea. I did not dig it from the ground,
Playing at bob cherry Tom and Nell and Hugh: Cherry bob! cherry bob! There’s a bob for you. Tom bobs a cherry
The summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lar… Trills out his song. The summer days are short
‘A cup for hope!’ she said, In springtime ere the bloom was ol… The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth’s richer red. ‘A cup for love!’ how low,
‘Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck…
Currants on a bush, And figs upon a stem, And cherries on a bending bough, And Ned to gather them.
Chide not; let me breathe a little… For I shall not mourn him long; Though the life—cord was so brittl… The love—cord was very strong. I would wake a little space
If a mouse could fly, Or if a crow could swim, Or if a sprat could walk and talk, I’d like to be like him. If a mouse could fly,