Cradle-Songs of Goldilocks
Old Diogenes stumbles out,
Bow-legged, brown and hairy,
From his tub with raucous shout:
"Butterfly, be wary!
You're all giddy and aglow;
Water 's in the sand, lad,
And the finest cup I know
Is the scooping hand, lad."
Bow-legged, brown and hairy,
From his tub with raucous shout:
"Butterfly, be wary!
You're all giddy and aglow;
Water 's in the sand, lad,
And the finest cup I know
Is the scooping hand, lad."
Saladin in iron coat
Waits you swart, each crimson
Ruby gleaming as a float
From the lake it swims on.
"Though my iron boots are meet
For no small foot's wearing,
Take and put them on your feet.
See! your shoes are charring."
Waits you swart, each crimson
Ruby gleaming as a float
From the lake it swims on.
"Though my iron boots are meet
For no small foot's wearing,
Take and put them on your feet.
See! your shoes are charring."
Next you hear the Sibyl's croak.
All her mantle 's yellow
From the clouds of sulphur smoke:
"Soon you'll know, young fellow,—
When into my well your ball
Drops, with sulphur reeking,—
What the nymphs have sought, what all,
All of us are seeking."
All her mantle 's yellow
From the clouds of sulphur smoke:
"Soon you'll know, young fellow,—
When into my well your ball
Drops, with sulphur reeking,—
What the nymphs have sought, what all,
All of us are seeking."
From the well a voice oppressed
Cries: "With ardor many
Men gaze into their own breast.
Cries: "With ardor many
Men gaze into their own breast.
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