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They seem to be everywhere。
They almost devour me with kisses；
Their arms about me entwine；
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse…Tower on the Rhine！
Do you think； O blue…eyed banditti；
Because you have scaled the wall；
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all！
I have you fast in my fortress；
And will not let you depart；
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round…tower of my heart。
And there will I keep you forever；
Yes； forever and a day；
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin；
And moulder in dust away。
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ＇1807…1882＇
LAUS INFANTIUM
In praise of little children I will say
God first made man； then found a better way
For woman； but his third way was the best。
Of all created things； the loveliest
And most divine are children。 Nothing here
Can be to us more gracious or more dear。
And though； when God saw all his works were good；
There was no rosy flower of babyhood；
'Twas said of children in a later day
That none could enter Heaven save such as they。
The earth； which feels the flowering of a thorn；
Was glad； O little child； when you were born；
The earth； which thrills when skylarks scale the blue；
Soared up itself to God's own Heaven in you；
And Heaven； which loves to lean down and to glass
Its beauty in each dewdrop on the grass； …
Heaven laughed to find your face so pure and fair；
And left； O little child； its reflex there。
William Canton ＇1845…
THE DESIRE
Give me no mansions ivory white
Nor palaces of pearl and gold；
Give me a child for all delight；
Just four years old。
Give me no wings of rosy shine
Nor snowy raiment； fold on fold；
Give me a little boy all mine；
Just four years old。
Give me no gold and starry crown
Nor harps； nor palm branches unrolled；
Give me a nestling head of brown；
Just four years old。
Give me a cheek that's like the peach；
Two arms to clasp me from the cold；
And all my heaven's within my reach；
Just four years old。
Dear God； You give me from Your skies
A little paradise to hold；
As Mary once her Paradise；
Just four years old。
Katherine Tynan Hinkson ＇1861…1931＇
A CHILD'S LAUGHTER
All the bells of heaven may ring；
All the birds of heaven may sing；
All the wells on earth may spring；
All the winds on earth may bring
All sweet sounds together；
Sweeter far then all things heard；
Hand of harper； tone of bird；
Sound of woods at sundawn stirred；
Welling water's winsome word；
Wind in warm； wan weather。
One thing yet there is； that none；
Hearing ere its chime be done；
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun；
Hoped in heaven hereafter；
Soft and strong and loud and light；
Very sound of very light；
Heard from morning's rosiest height；
When the soul of all delight；
Fills a child's clear laughter。
Golden bells of welcome rolled
Never forth such note； nor told
Hours so blithe in tones so bold；
As the radiant mouth of gold
Here that rings forth heaven。
If the golden…crested wren
Were a nightingale … why； then
Something seen and heard of men
Might be half as sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
SEVEN YEARS OLD
Seven white roses on one tree；
Seven white loaves of blameless leaven；
Seven white sails on one soft sea；
Seven white swans on one lake's lea；
Seven white flowerlike stars in Heaven；
All are types unmeet to be
For a birthday's crown of seven。
Not the radiance of the roses；
Not the blessing of the bread；
Not the breeze that ere day grows is
Fresh for sails and swans； and closes
Wings above the sun's grave spread
When the starshine on the snows is
Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed。
Nothing sweeter； nothing best；
Holds so good and sweet a treasure
As the love wherewith once blest
Joy grows holy； grief takes rest；
Life； half tired with hours to measure；
Fills his eyes and lips and breast
With most light and breath of pleasure；
As the rapture unpolluted；
As the passion undefiled；
By whose force all pains heart…rooted
Are transfigured and transmuted；
Recompensed and reconciled；
Through the imperial； undisputed；
Present godhead of a child。
Brown bright eyes and fair bright head；
Worth a worthier crown than this is；
Worth a worthier song instead；
Sweet grave wise round mouth； full fed
With the joy of love； whose bliss is
More than mortal wine and bread；
Lips whose words are sweet as kisses。
Little hands so glad of giving；
Little heart so glad of love；
Little soul so glad of living；
While the strong swift hours are weaving
Light with darkness woven above；
Time for mirth and time for grieving；
Plume of raven and plume of dove。
I can give you but a word
Warm with love therein for leaven；
But a song that falls unheard
Yet on ears of sense unstirred
Yet by song so far from Heaven；
Whence you came the brightest bird；
Seven years since； of seven times seven。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
CREEP AFORE YE GANG
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang；
Cock ye baith your lugs to your auld Grannie's sang：
Gin ye gang as far ye will think the road lang；
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang。
Creep awa'； my bairnie； ye're ower young to learn
To tot up and down yet； my bonnie wee bairn；
Better creepin' cannie； than fa'in' wi' a bang；
Duntin' a' your wee brow； … creep afore ye gang。
Ye'll creep； an' ye'll hotch； an' ye'll nod to your mither；
Watchin' ilka step o' your wee dousy brither；
Rest ye on the floor till your wee limbs grow strang；
An' ye'll be a braw chiel yet； … creep afore ye gang。
The wee birdie fa's when it tries ower soon to flee；
Folks are sure to tumble； when they climb ower hie；
They wha canna walk right are sure to come to wrang；
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang。
James Ballantine ＇1808…1877＇
CASTLES IN THE AIR
The bonnie； bonnie bairn who sits poking in the ase；
Glowering in the fire wi' his wee round face；
Laughing at the fuffin' lowe … what sees he there？
Ha！ the young dreamer's bigging castles in the air。
His wee chubby face and his touzie curly pow
Are laughing and nodding to the dancing lowe；
He'll brown his rosy cheeks； and singe his sunny hair；
Glowering at the imps wi' their castles in the air。
He sees muckle castles towering to the moon；
He sees little sodgers pu'ing them a' doun；
Warlds whommlin' up and doun； bleezing wi' a flare； …
See how he loups as they glimmer in the air！
For a' sae sage he looks； what can the laddie ken？
He's thinking upon naething； like mony mighty men：
A wee thing mak's us think； a sma' thing mak's us stare； …
There are mair folk than him bigging castles in the air。
Sic a night in winter may weel mak' him cauld：
His chin upon his buffy hand will soon mak' him auld；
His brow is brent sae braid … O pray that daddy Care
Wad let the wean alane wi' his castles in the air！
He'll glower at the fire； and he'll keek at the light；
But mony sparkling stars are swallowed up by Night：
Aulder e'en than his are glamored by a glare； …
Hearts are broken； heads are turned； wi' castles in the air。
James Ballantine ＇1808…1877＇
UNDER MY WINDOW
Under my window； under my window；
All in the Midsummer weather；
Three little girls with fluttering curls
Flit to and fro together： …
There's Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen；
And Maud with her mantle of silver…green；
And Kate with her scarlet feather。
Under my window； under my window；
Leaning stealthily over；
Merry and clear； the voice I hear
Of each glad…hearted rover。
Ah！ sly little Kate； she steals my roses；
And Maud and Bell twine wreaths and posies；
As merry as bees in clover。
Under my window； under my window；
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