THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven. I've said my "seven times" over and over, -- Seven times one are seven. I am old, -- so old I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always, -- they know no better; They are only one times one. O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low. You were bright -- ah, bright -- but your light is failing; You are nothing now but a bow. You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place. O velvet Bee! you're a dusty fellow, -- You've powdered your legs with gold. O brave marsh Mary-buds, rich and yellow, Give me your money to hold! O Columbine! open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell! O Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell! And show me your nest with the young ones in it, -- I will not steal them away; I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet! I am seven times one to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE HIDDEN JOYS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 8 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 22 by THOMAS CAMPION |