Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/Comfort Through a Window
COMFORT THROUGH A WINDOW.(CHILD WITHIN TO TRAMP WITHOUT.)
It's not so nice here as it looks,
With china that keeps breaking so,
And five of Mr. Tennyson's books
Too fine to look in—is it, though?
With china that keeps breaking so,
And five of Mr. Tennyson's books
Too fine to look in—is it, though?
If you just had to sit here (Well!)
In satin chairs too blue to touch,
And look at flowers too sweet to smell,
In vases—would you like it much?
In satin chairs too blue to touch,
And look at flowers too sweet to smell,
In vases—would you like it much?
If you see any flowers, they grow,
And you can find them in the sun.
These are the ones we buy, you know,
In winter-time—when there are none!
And you can find them in the sun.
These are the ones we buy, you know,
In winter-time—when there are none!
Then you can sit on rocks, you see,
And walk about in water, too—
Because you have no shoes! Dear me!
How many things they let you do!
And walk about in water, too—
Because you have no shoes! Dear me!
How many things they let you do!
Then you can sleep out in the shade
All day, I guess, and all night too,
Because—you know, you 're not afraid
Of other fellows just like you!
All day, I guess, and all night too,
Because—you know, you 're not afraid
Of other fellows just like you!
You have no house like this, you know,
(Where mamma's cross, and ladies call)—
You have the world to live in, though,
And that's the prettiest place of all!
(Where mamma's cross, and ladies call)—
You have the world to live in, though,
And that's the prettiest place of all!