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 times one.
O moon! in the night I have seen you sailing
And shining so round and low;
You were bright, ah bright! but your light is failing,—