The Invisible Playmate W. V. her Book & In Memory of W. V.: By William Canton |
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BUBBLE-BLOWING |
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BUBBLE-BLOWING
Our plot is small, but sunny limes
Shut out all cares and troubles;
And there my little girl at times
And I sit blowing bubbles.
Shut out all cares and troubles;
And there my little girl at times
And I sit blowing bubbles.
The screaming swifts race to and fro,
Bees cross the ivied paling,
Draughts lift and set the globes we blow
In freakish currents sailing.
Bees cross the ivied paling,
Draughts lift and set the globes we blow
In freakish currents sailing.
They glide, they dart, they soar, they break.
Oh, joyous little daughter,
What lovely coloured worlds we make,
What crystal flowers of water!
Oh, joyous little daughter,
What lovely coloured worlds we make,
What crystal flowers of water!
One, green and rosy, slowly drops;
One soars and shines a minute,
And carries to the lime-tree tops
Our home, reflected in it.
One soars and shines a minute,
And carries to the lime-tree tops
Our home, reflected in it.
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The gable, with cream rose in bloom,
She sees from roof to basement;
“Oh, father, there's your little room!”
She cries in glad amazement.
She sees from roof to basement;
“Oh, father, there's your little room!”
She cries in glad amazement.
To her enchanted with the gleam,
The glamour and the glory,
The bubble home's a home of dream,
And I must tell its story;
The glamour and the glory,
The bubble home's a home of dream,
And I must tell its story;
Tell what we did, and how we played,
Withdrawn from care and trouble—
A father and his merry maid,
Whose house was in a bubble!
Withdrawn from care and trouble—
A father and his merry maid,
Whose house was in a bubble!
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