To-morrow she will be gone : I know this not the less. So I was sent away That none might spy the truth : And my childhood waxed to youth I never cared to play With the village boys and girls ; And I think they thought me proud, I found so little to say And kept so from the crowd: But I had the longest curls, And I had the largest eyes, And my teeth were small like pearls ; Our one-street village stood A CHILL. WHAT can lambkins do W All the keen night through? Nestle by their woolly mother, The careful ewe. What can nestlings do In the nightly dew? Sleep beneath their mother's wing Till day breaks anew. If in field or tree There might only be Such a warm soft sleeping-place Found for me! Our neighboring gentry reared My Lady at the Hall And she's the comforter My nurse once said to me That everything she had Came of my Lady's bounty: Though she's greatest in the county She's humble to the poor, No beggar seeks her door But she 'll never feel distress When here we came to live Our cottage on a hill, I liked my old home best, And now and then my Lady Would nod to nurse and speak, |