o come,In this honeysuckle bowerSafely shelterd from the shower,We may count the colours oer.Seven there are, there are no more;Each in each so finely blended,Where they begin, or where are ended,The finest eye can scarcely see.A fixed thing it seems to be ;But, while we speak, see how it… … 20 POETRY FOR CHILDREN But an unlearned eye may view Natures rare sights, and love them too. Whenever I a rainbow see, Each precious tint is dear to me; For every colour find I there Which flowers, which fields, which ladies wear; My favourite green, the grasss hue, And the fine deep violet-blue,…
Children's poetry, English
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