TO J. H., A NURSERY SONG.
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It's very hush and creeping
Seem whispering us a smile:
Something divine and dim
Seems going by one's ear,
Like parting wings of Seraphim,
Who say, "We 've finished here."
Seem whispering us a smile:
Something divine and dim
Seems going by one's ear,
Like parting wings of Seraphim,
Who say, "We 've finished here."
TO J. H.
FOUR YEARS OLD:—A NURSERY SONG.
. . . . . . Pien d' amori,
Pien di canti, e pien di fiori.
Frugoni.
Full of little loves for ours,
Full of songs, and full of flowers.
Pien di canti, e pien di fiori.
Frugoni.
Full of little loves for ours,
Full of songs, and full of flowers.
Ah little ranting Johnny,
For ever blithe and bonny,
And singing nonny, nonny,
With hat just thrown upon ye;
Or whistling like the thrushes
With voice in silver gushes;
Or twisting random posies
With daisies, weeds, and roses;
And strutting in and out so,
Or dancing all about so,
With cock-up nose so lightsome,
And sidelong eyes so brightsome,
And cheeks as ripe as apples,
And head as rough as Dapple's
And arms as sunny shining
As if their veins they'd wine in:
For ever blithe and bonny,
And singing nonny, nonny,
With hat just thrown upon ye;
Or whistling like the thrushes
With voice in silver gushes;
Or twisting random posies
With daisies, weeds, and roses;
And strutting in and out so,
Or dancing all about so,
With cock-up nose so lightsome,
And sidelong eyes so brightsome,
And cheeks as ripe as apples,
And head as rough as Dapple's
And arms as sunny shining
As if their veins they'd wine in:
