 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
GIRLHOOD.
With rosy cheeks, and merry-dancing curls,
And eyes of tender light,
O, very beautiful are little girls,
And goodly to the sight!
And eyes of tender light,
O, very beautiful are little girls,
And goodly to the sight!
Here comes a group to seek my lonely bower,
Ere waning Autumn dies:
How like the dew-drops on a drooping flower
Are smiles from gentle eyes!
Ere waning Autumn dies:
How like the dew-drops on a drooping flower
Are smiles from gentle eyes!
What beaming gladness lights each fairy face
The while the elves advance,
Now speeding swiftly in a gleesome race,
Now whirling in a dance!
The while the elves advance,
Now speeding swiftly in a gleesome race,
Now whirling in a dance!
What heavenly pleasure o'er the spirit rolls,
When all the air along
Floats the sweet music of untainted souls,
In bright, unsullied song!
When all the air along
Floats the sweet music of untainted souls,
In bright, unsullied song!
The sacred nymphs that guard this sylvan ground
May sport unseen with these,
And joy to hear their ringing laugh resound
Among the clustering trees!
May sport unseen with these,
And joy to hear their ringing laugh resound
Among the clustering trees!
With rosy cheeks, and merry-dancing curls,
And eyes of tender light,
O, very beautiful are little girls,
And goodly to the sight!
And eyes of tender light,
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And goodly to the sight!
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