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Page 71 - Wide ope the emeral lids ; Robins above, — Wise little Dandelion Smiles at his love. Cold lie the daisy banks, Clad but in green, Where in the Mays agone, Bright hues were seen. Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay — True little Dandelion Greeteth the May. Meek little Dandelion Groweth more fair, Till dries the amber dew Out from her hair. High rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high, — Faint little Dandelion Closeth her eye ! Dead little Dandelion In her white shroud, Heareth the Angel-breeze...
Page 71 - LITTLE DANDELION GAY little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads, Lists to the robin's note Poured from above; Wise little Dandelion Asks not for love. Cold lie the daisy banks Clothed but in green, Where, in the days agone, Bright hues were seen. Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay; True little Dandelion Greeteth the May. Brave little Dandelion! Fast falls the snow, Bending the daffodil's Haughty head low. Under that fleecy...
Page 65 - And a stranger, when he sees her In the street even, smileth stilly, Just as you would at a lily. And all voices that address her Soften, sleeken every word, As if speaking to a bird. And all fancies yearn to cover The hard earth whereon she passes, With the thymy-scented grasses. And all hearts do pray, •
Page 4 - DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S. 2. DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME. 3. DOTTY DIMPLE OUT WEST. 4. DOTTY DIMPLE AT PLAY. 5. DOTTY DIMPLE AT SCHOOL. 6. DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY. BOOKS BY THE SAME AUTHOK.
Page 65 - And her smile, it seems half holy, As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are. And if any poet knew her, He would sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals. And if any painter drew her, He would paint her unaware With a halo round the hair. And if reader read the poem, He would whisper, "You have done a Consecrated little Una.