Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION], by JEAN INGELOW


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION], by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
Last Line: I am seven times one to-day.
Subject(s): Aging; Birthdays; Children; Death; Flowers; Life; Childhood; Dead, The


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.




Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net