THE DEFORMED CHILD.
When Summer days are long and warm, they set my little chair
Without the door, and in the sun they leave me sitting there;
Then many thoughts come to my mind, that others never know,
About myself, and what I feel, and what was long ago.
Without the door, and in the sun they leave me sitting there;
Then many thoughts come to my mind, that others never know,
About myself, and what I feel, and what was long ago.
There are no less than six of us, and all of them are tall
And stout as any you may see, but I was always small:
The neighbours look at me and say, I grow not with the rest;
Then Father strokes my head and says, The least are sometimes best.
And stout as any you may see, but I was always small:
The neighbours look at me and say, I grow not with the rest;
Then Father strokes my head and says, The least are sometimes best.
But hearing I was not like them, within my head one day
It came (strange thoughts that children have!) that I'd been changed away!
It came (strange thoughts that children have!) that I'd been changed away!
