 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
PUSSY-CLOVER.
Pussy-Clover's running wild,
Here and there and anywhere,
Like a little vagrant child
Free of everybody's care.
Here and there and anywhere,
Like a little vagrant child
Free of everybody's care.
All unshaded roadsides know
Pussy-Clover's sunburnt head,
That by cabin door-steps low
Lifts itself in tawny red.
Pussy-Clover's sunburnt head,
That by cabin door-steps low
Lifts itself in tawny red.
Lady-Rose is shy and proud;
Maiden-Lily bashful-sweet:
Pussy-Clover loves a crowd,
Seeks the paths of hurrying feet.
Maiden-Lily bashful-sweet:
Pussy-Clover loves a crowd,
Seeks the paths of hurrying feet.
When tow-headed children run
Jostling to the railway track,
Pussy-Clover 's in the fun,
Nodding forward, nodding back.
Jostling to the railway track,
Pussy-Clover 's in the fun,
Nodding forward, nodding back.
Matters little who sits there,
In the thundering car swept by;
Blossoms bow, and children stare,
Neither offering reason why.
In the thundering car swept by;
Blossoms bow, and children stare,
Neither offering reason why.
Downy heads to hoary turn;
Scarcely noted is the change:
But the fair world's face grows stern;
Wayside blossoms wan and strange.
Scarcely noted is the change:
But the fair world's face grows stern;
Wayside blossoms wan and strange.
Like all faithful, homely things,
Pussy-Clover lingers on
Till the bird no longer sings,
And the butterfly is gone.
Pussy-Clover lingers on
Till the bird no longer sings,
And the butterfly is gone.
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When the latest asters go,
When the golden-rod drops dead,
Then, at last, in heaps of snow
Pussy-Clover hides her head.
When the golden-rod drops dead,
Then, at last, in heaps of snow
Pussy-Clover hides her head.
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