Where Lilies Live and Waters Wind Away Verses by F. W. Bourdillon: Pictures by Edith J. Berkeley |
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JESSIE'S STORY.
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JESSIE'S STORY.
One Summer day, when the wind blew soft,
Willie had tied his kite in the croft.
Willie had tied his kite in the croft.
Up, up it flew, till it went so high,
I thought it wanted to touch the sky.
I thought it wanted to touch the sky.
It tugged and pulled like a living thing;
I was sorry for it, and undid the string.
I was sorry for it, and undid the string.
But it didn't do what I meant at all,
For over it turned, and began to fall.
For over it turned, and began to fall.
I called to Willie, and off we ran;
(It was out of sight before we began.)
(It was out of sight before we began.)
Across the meadow, and through the hedge,
And down the slope to the river's edge.
And down the slope to the river's edge.
And there in the rushes, a sad, sad sight,
Broken and torn lay the beautiful kite.
Broken and torn lay the beautiful kite.
And Willie wasn't angry, because
He saw how dreadfully sorry I was.
He saw how dreadfully sorry I was.
And as we went home, he explained to me
Why kites and things don't do to be free.
Why kites and things don't do to be free.
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