Nor drop him a “Good-morning,”

To keep his long day warm and blue,

So fretted by your scorning.

She shook her head—“The mouse and bee

For crumb or flower will linger;

The dog is happy at my knee,

The cat purrs at my finger.

“But he—to him, the least thing given

Means great things at a distance:

He wants my world, my sun, my heaven,