SEVEN TIMES ONE
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven;
I’ve said my “seven times” over and over—
Seven times one are seven.
I am old, so old I can write a letter;
My birthday-lessons are done.
The lambs play always, they know no better;
They are only one time’s one.
O moon in the night, I have seen you sailing