Ballads for little folk . HIDE AND SEEK. As I sit and watch at the window-pane The light in the sunset skies,The pictures rise in my heart and brain, As the stars do in the skies. Among the rest, doth rise and pass,With the blue smoke curling oer, The house I was born in, with the grassAnd roses round the door. I see the well-sweep, rough and brown, And I hear the creaking tellOf the bucket going up and down On the stony sides of the well. I see the cows, by the water-side —Red Lily, and Pink, and Star, — And the oxen with their horns so wide,Close locked in playful war. I see the field where
Ballads for little folk . HIDE AND SEEK. As I sit and watch at the window-pane The light in the sunset skies,The pictures rise in my heart and brain, As the stars do in the skies. Among the rest, doth rise and pass,With the blue smoke curling oer, The house I was born in, with the grassAnd roses round the door. I see the well-sweep, rough and brown, And I hear the creaking tellOf the bucket going up and down On the stony sides of the well. I see the cows, by the water-side —Red Lily, and Pink, and Star, — And the oxen with their horns so wide,Close locked in playful war. I see the field where the mowers standIn the clover-flowers, knee-deep ; And the one with his head upon his hand,In the locust-shade asleep. 24 Hide and Seek. I see beneath his shady brim, The heavy eyelids sealed,And the mowers stopping to look at him, As they mow across the field. I hear the bluebirds twit-te-tweet ! And the robins whistle blithe ;And then I see him spring to his feet, And take up his shining scythe. I see the barn with
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