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GIPSY CHILDREN'S SONG

White little housed-up things,
Why don't you run
Out in the sun?
Beauty that blossoms and sings
Never was made
Strong in the shade.

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Why do you shadow the face
Pale as a doll's,
Now the wind calls,
“Hurry, and give us a chase”?
Where the winds blow
Roses will grow.
Here we swing high on the bough!
Down comes the rain,
Blackberry stain
Washing from bare cheek and brow,
Fresh as a flower
After the shower.
We and the pine-trees are glad
When the winds talk
Through a split rock
Till they go merrily mad,
Making us shake,—
Laugh till we ache.

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Then in the warm lull of noon
Sleepy we slide
Down the rill-side,
Dropping away to its tune
Into a dream
Bright as the stream.
Always at home with you, Sun!—
Mother, so high
Up in the sky,
Smiling out full on our fun,—
Paint us with tan
Brown as you can!
O little housed-up things!
Blue is the air,
Breezy and fair;
Borrow a bird's idle wings;
Then you may be
Merry as we!