Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems.

Perhaps my rose is overblown,
  Not rosy or too rosy;
Perhaps in farmhouse of her own
  Some husband keeps her cosy,
Where I should show a face unknown. 
  Good-bye, my wayside posy.

SOMEWHERE OR OTHER

Somewhere or other there must surely be
  The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet—­never yet—­ah me! 
    Made answer to my word.

Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
  Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
    That tracks her night by night.

Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
  With just a wall, a hedge, between; 10
With just the last leaves of the dying year
    Fallen on a turf grown green.

A CHILL

  What can lambkins do
  All the keen night through? 
Nestle by their woolly mother
  The careful ewe.

  What can nestlings do
  In the nightly dew? 
Sleep beneath their mother’s wing
  Till day breaks anew.

  If in a field or tree
  There might only be 10
Such a warm soft sleeping-place
  Found for me!

CHILD’S TALK IN APRIL

I wish you were a pleasant wren,
  And I your small accepted mate;
How we’d look down on toilsome men! 
  We’d rise and go to bed at eight
  Or it may be not quite so late.

Then you should see the nest I’d build,
  The wondrous nest for you and me;
The outside rough perhaps, but filled
  With wool and down; ah, you should see
  The cosy nest that it would be. 10

We’d have our change of hope and fear,
  Small quarrels, reconcilements sweet: 
I’d perch by you to chirp and cheer,
  Or hop about on active feet,
  And fetch you dainty bits to eat.

We’d be so happy by the day,
  So safe and happy through the night,
We both should feel, and I should say,
  It’s all one season of delight,
And we’ll make merry whilst we may. 20

Perhaps some day there’d be an egg
  When spring had blossomed from the snow: 
I’d stand triumphant on one leg;
  Like chanticleer I’d almost crow
  To let our little neighbours know.

Next you should sit and I would sing
Through lengthening days of sunny spring;
  Till, if you wearied of the task,
I’d sit; and you should spread your wing
  From bough to bough; I’d sit and bask. 30

Fancy the breaking of the shell,
  The chirp, the chickens wet and bare,
The untried proud paternal swell;
  And you with housewife-matron air
  Enacting choicer bills of fare.

Fancy the embryo coats of down,
  The gradual feathers soft and sleek;
Till clothed and strong from tail to crown,
  With virgin warblings in their beak,
  They too go forth to soar and seek. 40

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