Poems (Radford)/Two Songs

by Dollie Radford

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IX Two Songs

Winds blow cold in the bright March weather, Yet I heard her sing in the street to-day,The tattered garments scarce hung together Round her tiny form as she turned away;She was too little to know or careWhy she and her mother were singing there.

Skies are fair when the buds are springing, When the March sun rises up fresh and strong,And a little maid, with her mother, singing, Smiled in my face as she skipped along,She was too happy to wonder whyShe laughed and sang as she passed me by.