| Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue, And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell; And four white birds around them flew, But where they came from—who could tell? Oh, who could tell? for no one knew, And not a word could you hear them say. But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing, Would sweetly float as they passed away. For under the sun, and under the stars, They often sailed on the distant sea; Then in their Green Tower and Roses bower They lived again—a mystery. |
| Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue, And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell; And four white birds around them flew, But where they came from—who could tell? Oh, who could tell? for no one knew, And not a word could you hear them say. But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing, Would sweetly float as they passed away. For under the sun, and under the stars, They often sailed on the distant sea; Then in their Green Tower and Roses bower They lived again—a mystery. |
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| WHEN YOU AND I GROW UP. When you and I Grow up—Polly— I mean that you and me, Shall go sailing in a big ship Right over all the sea. We'll wait till we are older, For if we went to-day, You know that we might lose ourselves, And never find the way. |
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| IN AN APPLE TREE. In September, when the apples were red, To Belinda I said, "Would you like to go away To Heaven, or stay Here in this orchard full of trees All your life?" And she said, "If you please I'll stay here—where I know, And the flowers grow." |
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