Where Lilies Live and Waters Wind Away Verses by F. W. Bourdillon: Pictures by Edith J. Berkeley |
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BY THE RIVER.
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BY THE RIVER.
She has taken her book
To the river-side:
At her favourite page
It opened wide.
To the river-side:
At her favourite page
It opened wide.
It is dull, she said,
In the house to-day;
And I have no one
To help me play.
In the house to-day;
And I have no one
To help me play.
And the butterflies
They fly too fast:
And I tumbled down
When I caught the last.
They fly too fast:
And I tumbled down
When I caught the last.
But here by the river
'Tis nice to sit,
And read a little,
Then think a bit.
'Tis nice to sit,
And read a little,
Then think a bit.
While the swallows sweep
On dark blue wings,
And the fishes rise
In widening rings.
On dark blue wings,
And the fishes rise
In widening rings.
And the water-lilies
Laugh in my face,
And the tall reeds curtsey
With courtly grace.
Laugh in my face,
And the tall reeds curtsey
With courtly grace.
And all the creatures,
And all the flowers,
Say—This little girl
Is a sister of ours!
And all the flowers,
Say—This little girl
Is a sister of ours!
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