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First Line: This eve I left the flocks to stray and crop the grass with no one by
Last Line: Believe you were a little saint just changed to child from angelhood!
Alternate Author Name(s): Brizeux, Auguste
Subject(s): Birds' Nests; Children; Eggs; Childhood


THIS eve I left the flocks to stray and crop the grass with no one by
Because she so desired a nest, that little lass as old as I.

I bore my treasure home: a nest the tiny finches fashion deft,
As firm as ever mason wrought, as soft as ever weaver weft.

The outer rim was like a wall built high, with creeping mosses clad,
And all within was down and wool so fine and soft, O happy lad!

How light the little eggs I hold! They'll make a necklace you shall wear
Together threaded, little Anne, with strands from out your golden hair.

If I could slip it o'er the cap you wear on Sundays, people would
Believe you were a little saint just changed to child from angelhood!





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