Ballads for little folk . A CHILDS WISDOM. When the cares of clay are ended,And I take my evening rest, Of the windows of my chamberThis is that I love the best ; This one facing to the hill-topsAnd the orchards of the west. All the woodlands, dim and dusky,All the fields of waving grain, All the valleys sprinkled overWith the drops of sunlit rain, I can see them through the twilight,Sitting here beside my pane. I can see the hilly places, With the sheep-paths trod across ;See the fountains by the waysides, Each one in her house of moss,Holding up the mist above her Like a skein of silken flos
Ballads for little folk . A CHILDS WISDOM. When the cares of clay are ended,And I take my evening rest, Of the windows of my chamberThis is that I love the best ; This one facing to the hill-topsAnd the orchards of the west. All the woodlands, dim and dusky,All the fields of waving grain, All the valleys sprinkled overWith the drops of sunlit rain, I can see them through the twilight,Sitting here beside my pane. I can see the hilly places, With the sheep-paths trod across ;See the fountains by the waysides, Each one in her house of moss,Holding up the mist above her Like a skein of silken floss. Garden corners bright with roses,Garden borders set with mint, Garden beds, wherein the maidensSow their seeds, as love doth hint, 96 A Childs Wisdom. To some rhyme of mystic charmingThat shall come back all in print. Ah ! with what a world of blushes Then they read it through and through, Weeding out the tangled sentenceFrom the commas of the dew : Little ladies, choose ye wisely,Lest some day the choice ye rue. I can
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