The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
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ON A CHILD, SITTING IN THE SUMMER-GRASS. |
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ON A CHILD, SITTING IN THE SUMMER-GRASS.
There sits the little child, lost in deep thought:Absorbed into complete unconsciousness
Of all save what doth so supremely bless!
All influences of sense and sight have wrought
Upon it sweetly—Nature's self has brought
It all her flowers, and, with a caress,
Poured them into its little lap, to dress
Itself withal, with ornaments unbought!
The bird hath sung to it the livelong day,
The sun shone on it, and the wind doth play
With its soft hair, a gentle play-fellow—
Its heart is full: so full it cannot say
One word—but, like a fountain, it doth flow
Within, and there makes music none may know!
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