Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Sweet Claribel
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SWEET CLARIBEL
Sweet Claribel, we called her Nature's child,
Because she was a child of many moods;
She loved the flowers, the meadows, and the woods,
But most of all the birds that caroled wild.
Because she was a child of many moods;
She loved the flowers, the meadows, and the woods,
But most of all the birds that caroled wild.
Her azure eyes, were ever deep and mild
Like summer skies; her lips were cherry buds;
She laughed more sweetly than the brook that floods
The mill, and all was sunshine when she smiled.
Like summer skies; her lips were cherry buds;
She laughed more sweetly than the brook that floods
The mill, and all was sunshine when she smiled.
To-day she sleeps, and o'er her lowly grave
The cactus blooms, and fair palmettos wave,—
But does she know the skies are wondrous blue?
It cannot be she heard what robin said,
Or sees the flowers that cluster round her head;
She'd wake, and come up laughing if she knew.
The cactus blooms, and fair palmettos wave,—
But does she know the skies are wondrous blue?
It cannot be she heard what robin said,
Or sees the flowers that cluster round her head;
She'd wake, and come up laughing if she knew.