is fair without; The new moon rises slowly ;The nursery lamp is burning faint;Each white-robed, like a little saint, Their prayers they murmur lowly. Good-night! The tired heads are still On pillows soft reposing.The dim and dizzy mist of sleepAbout their thoughts begins to creep, Their drowsy eyes… … >r-^ STAY, LITTLE BEOOK. Through the freshest of meadows a little brook wound,In and out, in and out, with a clear crystal sound; Like a bright jewelled band, fringed in emerald green,It glittered and flashed with a silvery sheen. The grasses bent down with a loving caress,Praising its beauty…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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