Sweet eyes of tender, gentianella blue
Fixed upon mine, a little coaxing voice,—
Only we two.
“Tell it again!” Insatiate demand!
And like a toiling spider where I sat,
I wove and spun the many-colored webs
Of this and that.
Of Dotty Pringle sweeping out her hall;
Of Greedy Bear; of Santa Claus the good;
And how the little children met the Months