A little golden head close to my knee,
Sweet eyes of tender, gentianella blue
Fixed upon mine, a little coaxing voice,—
Only we two.
Sweet eyes of tender, gentianella blue
Fixed upon mine, a little coaxing voice,—
Only we two.
"Tell it again!" Insatiate demand!
And like a toiling spider where I sat,
I wove and spun the many-colored webs
Of this and that.
And like a toiling spider where I sat,
I wove and spun the many-colored webs
Of this and that.
Of Dotty Pringle sweeping out her hall;
Of Greedy Bear; of Santa Claus the good;
And how the little children met the Months
Within the wood.
Of Greedy Bear; of Santa Claus the good;
And how the little children met the Months
Within the wood.
"Tell it again!" and though the sand-man came,
Dropping his drowsy grains in each blue eye,
"Tell it again! oh, just once more!" was still
The sleepy cry.
Dropping his drowsy grains in each blue eye,
"Tell it again! oh, just once more!" was still
The sleepy cry.
My spring-time violet! early snatched away
To fairer gardens all unknown to me,—
Gardens of whose invisible, guarded gates
I have no key,—
To fairer gardens all unknown to me,—
Gardens of whose invisible, guarded gates
I have no key,—
