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THE CHILD.
The little feet running upon the floor
Bring back to me youth and the golden weather,
O little feet long lost, long hungered for;
My heart springs up, light as the grey dove's feather,
O little feet running upon the floor!
Bring back to me youth and the golden weather,
O little feet long lost, long hungered for;
My heart springs up, light as the grey dove's feather,
O little feet running upon the floor!
O lovely kisses from a sweet wet mouth,
Fragrant and dewy as wet garden roses.
Kisses that bring me the beloved youth,
Sweet as soft rain drenching dry garden closes,
The lovely kisses from a sweet wet mouth.
Fragrant and dewy as wet garden roses.
Kisses that bring me the beloved youth,
Sweet as soft rain drenching dry garden closes,
The lovely kisses from a sweet wet mouth.
O little arms clinging about my neck,
Holding me fast, and silken cheek and fine.
God pity mothers who this night must take
Farewell of some sweet thing like this of mine.
With never more soft arms about the neck.
Holding me fast, and silken cheek and fine.
God pity mothers who this night must take
Farewell of some sweet thing like this of mine.
With never more soft arms about the neck.
God gives the dearest gifts over and over;
O little grandson, youth comes with your kiss!
God gives me back my youth and my lost lover,
And all the precious things were mine and his,
And even the sweets the heart thought past recover.
O little grandson, youth comes with your kiss!
God gives me back my youth and my lost lover,
And all the precious things were mine and his,
And even the sweets the heart thought past recover.
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