Poems of childhood . HUGOS CHILD AT PLAY CHILD was singing at his play — I heard the song, and paused to hear;His mother moaning, groaning lay,And, lo! a spectre stood anear! The child shook sunlight from his hair, And carolled gayly all day long —Aye, with that spectre gloating there, The innocent made mirth and song! How like to harvest fruit wert thou, O sorrow, in that dismal room —God ladeth not the tender bough Save with the joy of bud and bloom! [61 ] a ii WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe —Sailed on a river of crystal light,Into a se
Poems of childhood . HUGOS CHILD AT PLAY CHILD was singing at his play — I heard the song, and paused to hear;His mother moaning, groaning lay,And, lo! a spectre stood anear! The child shook sunlight from his hair, And carolled gayly all day long —Aye, with that spectre gloating there, The innocent made mirth and song! How like to harvest fruit wert thou, O sorrow, in that dismal room —God ladeth not the tender bough Save with the joy of bud and bloom! [61 ] a ii WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe —Sailed on a river of crystal light,Into a sea of are you going, and what do you wish ?The old moon asked the have come to fish for the herring fishThat live in this beautiful sea;Nets of silver and gold have we!Said Wynken,Blynken,And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song,As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night longRuffled the waves of dew. [62]. Wynlcen, Blynken, and Nod WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD The little stars were the herring fishThat lived in that beautiful sea —Now cast your nets wherever you wish —Never afeard are we ;So cried the stars to the fishermen three:Wynken,Blynken,And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam —Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home;Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be,And some folks thought t was a dream they d dreamedOf sailing that beautiful sea —But I shall name you the fishermen three:Wynken,Blynken,And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head,And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee ones trundle-bed. { 63 1 WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful thingsAs you rock in the misty sea,Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen threeWynken,Blynkenc,And Nod. [64 J HI-SPY STRANGE t
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