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Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story books. WATER NOW IS TURNED TO STONE NURSE AND I CAN WALK UPON STILL WE FIND THE FLOWING BROOKS IN THE PICTURE STORY BOOKS
her than my head. The heather and the gorse about In summer bloom were coming out, Some yellow and some red. I called the little pool a sea; The little hills were big to me; For I am very small. I made a boat, I made a town, I searched the caverns up and down, And named them one and all. And all about was mine, I said, The little sparrows overhead, The little minnows too. This was the world and I was king; For me the bees came by to sing, For me the swallows flew. I played there were no deeper seas, Nor any wider plains than these, Nor other kings than me. At last I heard my mother call Out from the house at evenfall, To call me home to tea. And I must rise and leave my dell, And leave my dimpled water well, And leave my heather blooms. Alas! and as my home I neared, How very big my nurse appeared. How great and cool the rooms! [Illustration] PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. RE THE PETTY CANNON IN THE BOW MY KINGDOM DOWN BY A SHINING WATER WELL I FOUND A VERY LITTLE DELL THE HEATHER AND GARTH ABOUT IN SUMMER BOOM WERE COMING OUT SOME YELLOW AND SOME RED I CALLED LITTLE POOL AT SEA THE LITTLE HILLS WERE BIG TO ME FOR I AM VERY SMALL I MADE A BOAT I MADE IN TOWN I SEARCHED THE CAVERNS UP AND DOWN AND NAMED THEM ONE AND ALL AND ALL ABOUT WAS MINE I SAID THE LITTLE SPARROWS OVERHEAD THE LITTLE MINNOS TOO THIS WAS A REAL THAT I WAS KY FOR BE THE BEES CAME BY TO SING FOR BE THE SWALLOWS SLEW I PLAYED THERE WERE NO DEEPER SEAS NOR ANY WIDER PLAINS THAN LEAVE NOR NOR OTHER KINGS THAN ME LAST I HEARD MY MOTHER CALL UP FROM THE HOUSE AT EVENING FOR TO CALL ME HOPE TO TEA AND I MUST RISE AND LEAVE BY DELL I LEAVE I DIPPLED WATERWELL OF LEAVE BY HEATHER BLUES ALAS AT MY HOPE IDEARA HOW VERY BIG BITTERS APPEARED HOW GREAT AND COOLERBS PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER SUMMER PAGE WINTER COMES FROSTY MORNING'S TINGLING THUMB WINDOW ROBIN'S WINTER LOOKS AND THE PICTURE STORY BOOKS
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