From their old graves shall rouse them not,
For they have passed away.
MASTER JOHNNY’S NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR.
It was Spring the first time that I saw her, for her papa and mamma moved in
Next door just as skating was over and marbles about to begin,
For the fence in our back-yard was broken, and I saw, as I peeped through the slat,
There were ‘Johnny Jump-ups’ all around her, and I knew it was Spring just by that.
“I never knew whether she saw me—for she didn’t say nothing to me,