 | Poems by Rose Terry |  |
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A CHILD'S WISH.
“Be my fairy, mother,
Give me a wish a day;
Something, as well in sunshine
As when the rain-drops play.”
Give me a wish a day;
Something, as well in sunshine
As when the rain-drops play.”
“And if I were a fairy,
With but one wish to spare,
What should I give thee, darling,
To quiet thine earnest prayer?”
With but one wish to spare,
What should I give thee, darling,
To quiet thine earnest prayer?”
“I'd like a little brook, mother,
All for my very own,
To laugh all day among the trees,
And shine on the mossy stone;
All for my very own,
To laugh all day among the trees,
And shine on the mossy stone;
“To run right under the window,
And sing me fast asleep,
With soft steps and a tender sound,
Over the grass to creep.
And sing me fast asleep,
With soft steps and a tender sound,
Over the grass to creep.
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“Make it run down the hill, mother,
With a leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I never can catch the leaf
That into its fountain fell.
With a leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I never can catch the leaf
That into its fountain fell.
“Make it as wild as a frightened bird,
As crazy as a bee,
And a noise like the baby's funny laugh;
That's the brook for me!”
As crazy as a bee,
And a noise like the baby's funny laugh;
That's the brook for me!”
| Poems by Rose Terry | |