Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 193
ear them talking. The monks are tinkling their silver bells; And what do you think the rooks are say-ing?There s a baby, up in a tree, like a bird, His silken nest on a green bough swaying. The green leaves whisper unto thee, Sweet; Beautiful secrets over and over;I am so happy—and yonder field Is… … A bee was trapped when the sun went down,For he staid too long in the lily-hollow. I have slung thee, Love, in a silken scarf,The west wind blows, to set thee rocking; In the abbey-garden, the gardener spades Around the roses, and helps their growing;He is thinking of thee, and he s thinking…
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