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WHAT IT MEANT
He gave me a knife one day at school,
Four-bladed, the handle of pearl,
And great black words on the wrapper said,
“For the darlingest little girl.”
So happy—oh, yes—yet the crimson blood
To my young cheek came and went,
And my heart thumped wondrously pit-a-pat,
But I didn't know what it meant.
Four-bladed, the handle of pearl,
And great black words on the wrapper said,
“For the darlingest little girl.”
So happy—oh, yes—yet the crimson blood
To my young cheek came and went,
And my heart thumped wondrously pit-a-pat,
But I didn't know what it meant.
One night he said I must jump on his sled,
For the snow was falling fast;
I was half afraid, but he coaxed and coaxed,
And he got me on at last—
Laughing and chatting in merry glee,
To my home his course he bent,
And my sisters looked at each other and smiled,
But I didn't know what it meant.
For the snow was falling fast;
I was half afraid, but he coaxed and coaxed,
And he got me on at last—
Laughing and chatting in merry glee,
To my home his course he bent,
And my sisters looked at each other and smiled,
But I didn't know what it meant.
The years passed on, and they touched his eye
With a shadow of deeper blue;
They gave to his form a manlier grace,
To his cheek a swarthier hue;
We stood by the dreamily rippling brook
When the day was nearly spent—
His whispers were soft as the lullaby,
And—now I know what it meant!
With a shadow of deeper blue;
They gave to his form a manlier grace,
To his cheek a swarthier hue;
We stood by the dreamily rippling brook
When the day was nearly spent—
His whispers were soft as the lullaby,
And—now I know what it meant!
May, 1855.
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