The scholars laughed so long that the teacher had to close the door for fear Gypsy would do some other funny thing.
KATY KYLE.
If I could choose a wedding gift, I’d climb for you the rainbow stairs And bring a star to bless This day of happiness. As I came down, a bird I’d lift From off his nest, that his sweet airs And songs might you delight From rosy morn till night. But rainbow stairs are hard to mount, The birds hide in the trees’ green shade, And so I bring, dear friend, to you The flowers wet with dew. |
Take them, and then take me; please count
My eyes your stars; the little maid
Who offers flowers, your bird,
Whose heart with love is stirred.