Verses for Children eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 109 pages of information about Verses for Children.

Verses for Children eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 109 pages of information about Verses for Children.

    They say that Dapple-grey’s not yours, but don’t you wish he were? 
    My horse’s coat is only paint, but his is soft grey hair;
    His face is big and kind, like yours, his forelock white as snow—­
    Shan’t you be sorry when you’ve done his shoes and he must go?

    I do so wish, Big Smith, that I might come and live with you;
    To rake the fire, to heat the rods, to hammer two and two. 
    To be so black, and not to have to wash unless I choose;
    To pat the dear old horses, and to mend their poor old shoes.

    When all the world is dark at night, you work among the stars,
    A shining shower of fireworks beat out of red-hot bars. 
    I’ve seen you beat, I’ve heard you sing, when I was going to bed;
    And now your face and arms looked black, and now were glowing red.

    The more you work, the more you sing, the more the bellows roar;
    The falling stars, the flying sparks, stream shining more and more. 
    You hit so hard, you look so hot, and yet you never tire;
    It must be very nice to be allowed to play with fire.

    I long to beat and sing and shine, as you do, but instead
    I put away my horse, and Nurse puts me away to bed. 
    I wonder if you go to bed; I often think I’ll keep
    Awake and see, but, though I try, I always fall asleep.

    I know it’s very silly, but I sometimes am afraid
    Of being in the dark alone, especially in bed. 
    But when I see your forge-light come and go upon the wall,
    And hear you through the window, I am not afraid at all.

    I often hear a trotting horse, I sometimes hear it stop;
    I hold my breath—­you stay your song—­it’s at the blacksmith’s shop. 
    Before it goes, I’m apt to fall asleep, Big Smith, it’s true;
    But then I dream of hammering that horse’s shoes with you!

KIT’S CRADLE.

    They’ve taken the cosy bed away
    That I made myself with the Shetland shawl,
    And set me a hamper of scratchy hay,
    By that great black stove in the entrance-hall.

    [Illustration]

    I won’t sleep there; I’m resolved on that! 
    They may think I will, but they little know
    There’s a soft persistence about a cat
    That even a little kitten can show.

    I wish I knew what to do but pout,
    And spit at the dogs and refuse my tea;
    My fur’s feeling rough, and I rather doubt
    Whether stolen sausage agrees with me.

    On the drawing-room sofa they’ve closed the door,
    They’ve turned me out of the easy-chairs;
    I wonder it never struck me before
    That they make their beds for themselves up-stairs.

* * * * *

    I’ve found a crib where they won’t find me,
    Though they’re crying “Kitty!” all over the house. 
    Hunt for the Slipper! and riddle-my-ree! 
    A cat can keep as still as a mouse.

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