 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
NID-NODDING.
Nid-nid-nodding in the sun,
Poppy buds hang over, one by one;
All the garden alleys glow with heat;
Slow and languid are the little feet,
Glad to linger in the doorway cool,
Home at noon from school.
Poppy buds hang over, one by one;
All the garden alleys glow with heat;
Slow and languid are the little feet,
Glad to linger in the doorway cool,
Home at noon from school.
Nid-nid-nodding in the sun,
Where the lazy little brooklets run
Through the meadow, swings an idle bird;
Chirps the faintest carol ever heard,
Twittering through the tinkle of the rill;
Then the nest is still.
Where the lazy little brooklets run
Through the meadow, swings an idle bird;
Chirps the faintest carol ever heard,
Twittering through the tinkle of the rill;
Then the nest is still.
Nid-nid-nodding in the sun,
Droop the heavy grasses, every one,
Kissing down the drowsy laddie's eye;
Croons a locust from the field close by:
Lost in dells of dream-land, cool and deep,
He is fast asleep.
Droop the heavy grasses, every one,
Kissing down the drowsy laddie's eye;
Croons a locust from the field close by:
Lost in dells of dream-land, cool and deep,
He is fast asleep.
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