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In the lone place of the leaves,
Where they touch the hanging eaves, There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy; And the baby in the bed Raised the shining of his head, And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie. She kissed lip-dimples sweet, The red soles of his feet, The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander; He twined her tresses silk Round his neck as white as milk 'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.' 'He sings a plenty things Just watch him wash his wings! He says Papa will march to-day with drums home through the city. Here, birdie, here's my cup. You drink the milk all up; I'll kiss you, birdie, now you're washed like baby clean and pretty.' She rose, she sought the skies With the twin joys of her eyes; She sent the strong dove of her soul up through the dawning's glory; She kissed upon her hand The glowing golden band That bound the fine scroll of her life and clasped her simple story. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |