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20 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Singing "Hi for Eskydun ! " in the teeth of wind
and weather, Love'11 warm me as I go through the snow among the
heather. |
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FOUR DUCKS ON A POND
F
OUR ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing: What a little thing To remember for years, To remember with tears ! |
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HALF-WAKING
THOUGHT it was the little bed
I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head,
And two smooth knobs below. |
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I thought I saw the nursery fire, And in a chair well known
My mother sat, and did not tire With reading all alone.
If I should make the slightest sound
To show that I'm awake, She'd rise, and lap the blankets round,
My pillow softly shake; |
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