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MANY A MICKLE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE

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First Line: A LITTLE SOUND
Last Line: THE DROWSY BED.

A little sound --
Only a little, a little --
The breath in a reed,
A trembling fiddle;
A trumpet's ring,
The shuddering drum;
So all the glory, bravery, hush
Of music come.

A little sound --
Only a stir and a sigh
Of each green leaf
Its fluttering neighbour by;
Oak on to oak,
The wide dark forest through --
So o'er the watery wheeling world
The night winds go.

A little sound,
Only a little, a little --
The thin high drone
Of the simmering kettle,
The gathering frost,
The click of needle and thread;
Mother, the fading wall, the dream,
The drowsy bed.



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