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I visited his bed;
But found him slumbering deep;
With darkened eyelids; and their lashes yet
From his late sobbing wet。
And I; with moan;
Kissing away his tears; left others of my own;
For; on a table drawn beside his head;
He had put; within his reach;
A box of counters and a red…veined stone;
A piece of glass abraded by the beach;
And six or seven shells;
A bottle with bluebells;
And two French copper coins; ranged there with careful art;
To comfort his sad heart。
So when that night I prayed
To God; I wept; and said:
Ah; when at last we lie with tranced breath;
Not vexing Thee in death;
And Thou rememberest of what toys
We made our joys;
How weakly understood
Thy great commanded good;
Then; fatherly not less
Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay;
Thou'lt leave Thy wrath; and say;
〃I will be sorry for their childishness。〃
Coventry Patmore '1823…1896'
A SONG OF TWILIGHT
Oh; to come home once more; when the dusk is falling;
To see the nursery lighted and the children's table spread;
〃Mother; mother; mother!〃 the eager voices calling;
〃The baby was so sleepy that he had to go to bed!〃
Oh; to come home once more; and see the smiling faces;
Dark head; bright head; clustered at the pane;
Much the years have taken; when the heart its path retraces;
But until time is not for me; the image will remain。
Men and women now they are; standing straight and steady;
Grave heart; gay heart; fit for life's emprise;
Shoulder set to shoulder; how should they be but ready!
The future shines before them with the light of their own eyes。
Still each answers to my call; no good has been denied me;
My burdens have been fitted to the little strength that's mine;
Beauty; pride and peace have walked by day beside me;
The evening closes gently in; and how can I repine?
But oh; to see once more; when the early dusk is falling;
The nursery windows glowing and the children's table spread;
〃Mother; mother; mother!〃 the high child voices calling;
〃He couldn't stay awake for you; he had to go to bed!〃
Unknown
LITTLE BOY BLUE
The little toy dog is covered with dust;
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust;
And his musket moulds in his hands。
Time was when the little toy dog was new;
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there。
〃Now; don't you go till I come;〃 he said;
〃And don't you make any noise!〃
So; toddling off to his trundle…bed;
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And; as he was dreaming; an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue …
Oh! the years are many; the years are long;
But the little toy friends are true!
Ay; faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand;
Each in the same old place;
Awaiting the touch of a little hand;
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder; as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair;
What has become of our Little Boy Blue;
Since he kissed them and put them there。
Eugene Field '1850…1895'
THE DISCOVERER
I have a little kinsman
Whose earthly summers are but three;
And yet a voyager is he
Greater then Drake or Frobisher;
Than all their peers together!
He is a brave discoverer;
And; far beyond the tether
Of them who seek the frozen Pole;
Has sailed where the noiseless surges roll。
Ay; he has travelled whither
A winged pilot steered his bark
Through the portals of the dark;
Past hoary Mimir's well and tree;
Across the unknown sea。
Suddenly; in his fair young hour;
Came one who bore a flower;
And laid it in his dimpled hand
With this command:
〃Henceforth thou art a rover!
Thou must make a voyage far;
Sail beneath the evening star;
And a wondrous land discover。〃
… With his sweet smile innocent
Our little kinsman went。
Since that time no word
From the absent has been heard。
Who can tell
How he fares; or answer well
What the little one has found
Since he left us; outward bound?
Would that he might return!
Then should we learn
From the pricking of his chart
How the skyey roadways part。
Hush! does not the baby this way bring;
To lay beside this severed curl;
Some starry offering
Of chrysolite or pearl?
Ah; no! not so!
We may follow on his track;
But he comes not back。
And yet I dare aver
He is a brave discoverer
Of climes his elders do not know。
He has more learning than appears
On the scroll of twice three thousand years;
More than in the groves is taught;
Or from furthest Indies brought;
He knows; perchance; how spirits fare; …
What shapes the angels wear;
What is their guise and speech
In those lands beyond our reach; …
And his eyes behold
Things that shall never; never be to mortal hearers told。
Edmund Clarence Stedman '1833…1908'
A CHRYSALIS
My little Madchen found one day
A curious something in her play;
That was not fruit; nor flower; nor seed;
It was not anything that grew;
Or crept; or climbed; or swam; or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings; indeed;
And yet she was not sure; she said;
Whether it was alive or dead。
She brought in her tiny hand
To see if I would understand;
And wondered when I made reply;
〃You've found a baby butterfly。〃
〃A butterfly is not like this;〃
With doubtful look she answered me。
So then I told her what would be
Some day within the chrysalis;
How; slowly; in the dull brown thing
Now still as death; a spotted wing;
And then another; would unfold;
Till from the empty shell would fly
A pretty creature; by and by;
All radiant in blue and gold。
〃And will it; truly?〃 questioned she …
Her laughing lips and eager eyes
All in a sparkle of surprise …
〃And shall your little Madchen see?〃
〃She shall! I said。 How could I tell
That ere the worm within its shell
Its gauzy; splendid wings had spread;
My little Madchen would be dead?
To…day the butterfly has flown; …
She was not here to see it fly; …
And sorrowing I wonder why
The empty shell is mine alone。
Perhaps the secret lies in this:
I too had found a chrysalis;
And Death that robbed me of delight
Was but the radiant creature's flight!
Mary Emily Bradley '1835…1898'
MATER DOLOROSA
I'd a dream to…night
As I fell asleep;
O! the touching sight
Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad;
Gone to leave me sad;
Ay; the child I had;
But was not to keep。
As in heaven high;
I my child did seek;
There in train came by
Children fair and meek;
Each in lily white;
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight;
But they did not speak。
Then; a little sad;
Came my child in turn;
But the lamp he had;
O it did not burn!
He; to clear my doubt;
Said; half…turned about;
〃Your tears put it out;
Mother; never mourn。〃
William Barnes '1801…1886'
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