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WHEN BABY WOKE
When weenty-teenty Baby woke,
It seemed all summer blossoms broke
In fragrant laughter—that the birds,
Instead of warbles, sang in words!—
Oh, it did seem to us (who, in
Our rapture, dappled cheek and chin
With our warm kisses) to invoke
Our love to break as morning broke!—
When wondrous Baby woke.
It seemed all summer blossoms broke
In fragrant laughter—that the birds,
Instead of warbles, sang in words!—
Oh, it did seem to us (who, in
Our rapture, dappled cheek and chin
With our warm kisses) to invoke
Our love to break as morning broke!—
When wondrous Baby woke.
When our enraptured Baby woke,—
As when on violets sink and soak
The dewdrops of some glorious dawn,—
So seemed the eyes we gazed upon;
And when they smiled, we, bending lower,
Knew never sunlight any more
Would be as bright to us—and thus
Forever must they shine for us!
When Baby dewed her eyes and woke.
As when on violets sink and soak
The dewdrops of some glorious dawn,—
So seemed the eyes we gazed upon;
And when they smiled, we, bending lower,
Knew never sunlight any more
Would be as bright to us—and thus
Forever must they shine for us!
When Baby dewed her eyes and woke.
When Baby danced her eyes and woke—
The hearts within us, stroke on stroke,
Went throbbing like the pulse of some
High harmony harp-strings might thrum
In halls enchanted of the lore
Of Arthur's court in days of yore,—
To us she was “a princess fair”—
An “Elfin Queen”—“A ladye rare”—
And we but simple-minded folk—
When Baby woke,—when Baby woke.
The hearts within us, stroke on stroke,
Went throbbing like the pulse of some
High harmony harp-strings might thrum
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Of Arthur's court in days of yore,—
To us she was “a princess fair”—
An “Elfin Queen”—“A ladye rare”—
And we but simple-minded folk—
When Baby woke,—when Baby woke.
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