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XXVIII. GRANDMOTHER NODDING.
Grandmother's nodding, and while she is taking
An afternoon slumber, the children are breaking
Open the bellows; 't is only to find
Out where the wind lives; oh, when you are waking,
Will you be angry, Granny, and scold
Over the loss of your bellows old?
Or be proud of your children's march of mind?
Hark! do you hear the noise they are making?
An afternoon slumber, the children are breaking
Open the bellows; 't is only to find
Out where the wind lives; oh, when you are waking,
Will you be angry, Granny, and scold
Over the loss of your bellows old?
Or be proud of your children's march of mind?
Hark! do you hear the noise they are making?
Grandmother's nodding: the earth has grown old;
We see she is grey, we feel her shaking;
All her strong secrets that she has hidden
Away from her children, they snatch unbidden,
While she is sleeping—what locks are breaking,
What coffers are rifled! Oh, when you are waking,
Will you be angry, Granny, and scold?
Or be pleased with the change of your children's making?
We see she is grey, we feel her shaking;
All her strong secrets that she has hidden
Away from her children, they snatch unbidden,
While she is sleeping—what locks are breaking,
What coffers are rifled! Oh, when you are waking,
Will you be angry, Granny, and scold?
Or be pleased with the change of your children's making?
Dora Greenwell.
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