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He has lived, a little thing, In the grassy woods of spring; Done, if he could tell me true, Just as I should like to do. He has seen the starry hours And the springing of the flowers; And the fairy things that pass In the forests of the grass. In the silence he has heard Talking bee and ladybird, And the butterfly has flown O'er him as he lay alone. Not a word will he disclose, Not a word of all he knows. I must lay him on the shelf, And make up the tale myself. HE HAS LIVED A LITTLE THING IN THE GRASSY WOODS OF SPRING THAT IF HE COULD TELL THEE TRUE JUST AS I SHOULD LIKE TO DO HE SUIT THE STARRY HOURS OF THE SPRING OF THE CLOUDS OF THE FAIRY THINGS THAT PASS IN THE FORESTS OF THE GRASS IN THE SILENCE HE HAS HEARD TALKING BE IT LADYBIRD AT THE BUTTERFLY HEATH FLOWN OVER HIM AS HE LAY ALONE NOT A WORD WILL HE DISCLOSE NOT A WORD OF ALL HE KNOWS I MUST LAY UPON THE SHELF AND MAKE UP THE TALE MYSELF
maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes. [Illustration] THE DUMB SOLDIER When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found, And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hide my hiding place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee. Under grass alone he lies, Looking up with leaden eyes, Scarlet coat and pointed gun, To the stars and to the sun. When the grass is ripe like grain, When the scythe is stoned again, When the lawn is shaven clear, Then my hole shall reappear. I shall find him, never fear, I shall find my grenadier; But for all that's gone and come, I shall find my soldier dumb.  SECTION NUMBER TWELVE OF A CHILD GUARD NUMEROUS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIS LIVER BOX OR CARDS IS THE PUBLIC MAID THE DUMB SOLDIER WITH THE GRASS WAS CLOSELY BOWED WALKING UP THE LOD ALONE IN THE TURF A HOLE I FOUND HAD HID A SOLDIER UP TO GROUND SPRIG AND DAISIES CAME APACE GRASS IS HID BY HIDING PLACE GRASSES RUN LIKE A GREED SEA OVER THE LOT UP TWO BY DEE GRASS ALO HE LIE UP TO GRASS THE LOAD HE LIES LOOKING UP WITH LEADED EYES GARLET COAT OF POINTED GUD TO THE STARS UP TO THE SUD WITH THE GRASS IT IS RIPE LIKE GRAIN WHEN THE SHEEP IS STOWED TO DEAD WITH THE WATER SHAVEN CLEAR THEN MY HOLE SHALL REAPPEAR I SHALL FIND HIM NEVER FEAR I SHALL FIND MY GRANDIER BUT FOR ALL THAT'S GOT A CUP I SHALL FIND MY SOLDIER DUB
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