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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHILE GETTING WELL, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Poet's Biography
First Line: A little bird sits on my window-sill
Last Line: I think he understands!
Subject(s): Children; Sickness; Sleep; Childhood; Illness
First Line: A little bird sits on my window-sill
Last Line: I think he understands!
Subject(s): Children; Sickness; Sleep; Childhood; Illness
A LITTLE bird sits on my window-sill
And winks his eye at me and says, "Hello!
Sick, are you? Why, whatever's wrong?
I'm never sick, you know!"
And, just at breakfast-time, in comes the Sun
To make queer wiggly patterns on the wall
And laugh and say, "Oh, lazy-bones, get up!
You are not sick at all!"
And when I shut my eyes I hear the brook
Calling and calling as it hurries by—
I can't lie still! I'm hot and mis'rable—
I'm 'fraid I've got to cry!
The leaves just whisper, whisper all the time!
The little clouds all hurry by so quick!—
And nothing seems to care a speck about
A little child that's sick!
Oh! Here's the Wind! How cool his fingers are!
He steals across the bed and feels my hands
And my hot head, and doesn't say a word—
I think he understands!
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