N and out the busy needle Flashing goes;Through the sunny, latticed window, Soft a baby zephyr blows;Low she bends her silken head,Drawing out the long white thread,While the clock ticks overhead. SEVEN, EIGHT, LAY THEM STRAIGHT. … All the bonny daisies, dancing In the breeze,Beckon to the sunlit meadow, Full of birds and flowers and bees;And a robin, blithe and gay,Swinging on a wild-rose spray.Trills a mellow roundelay. But the little busy lassie (Only eight!)Gazes at her work sedately, Lays her hem so long and…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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