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THE SHADOW-CHILD
He sees his own sweet shadow fall
At evening on the lamp-lit wall,
With shrill delighted cries;
And deems another boy it is,
With small, uncertain feet like his,
That at his coming flies.
At evening on the lamp-lit wall,
With shrill delighted cries;
And deems another boy it is,
With small, uncertain feet like his,
That at his coming flies.
His own gold mop of hair so wild
Crowns with wild grace the shadow-child;
His quaint, broad shape behold!
His own dear bobbing gait he sees,
Like daisies dancing on the leas
When all the world is gold.
Crowns with wild grace the shadow-child;
His quaint, broad shape behold!
His own dear bobbing gait he sees,
Like daisies dancing on the leas
When all the world is gold.
His smock-frock to his feet is there,
As smock-frocks were your only wear.
And when kind Nurse will throw
Live rabbits on the wall, not one
But two boys clap their hands for fun
And dance to see the show.
As smock-frocks were your only wear.
And when kind Nurse will throw
Live rabbits on the wall, not one
But two boys clap their hands for fun
And dance to see the show.
Wasteful of sweets, he leans to kiss
This well-beloved playmate of his,
But lo! the boy is gone
Into the night, into the rain.
Yet see how fast he comes again,
And see how fast is flown!
This well-beloved playmate of his,
But lo! the boy is gone
Into the night, into the rain.
Yet see how fast he comes again,
And see how fast is flown!
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