y as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.

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A DIAMOND OR A COAL?

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

A diamond or a coal?
A diamond, if you please;
Who cares about a clumsy coal
Beneath the summer trees?

A diamond or a coal?
A coal, sir, if you please;
One comes to care about the coal
At times when waters freeze.

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THE SWALLOW

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

Fly away, fly away over the sea,
Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;
Come again, come again, come back to me,
Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.

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WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing thro'.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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MILKING TIME

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

When the cows come home the milk is coming;
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
Duck and drake on the rushy lake,
And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;
And timid, funny, pert little bunny
Winks his nose, and sits all sunny.

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William Brighty Rands (1823-1882), an English
author writing under the name of "Matthew
Browne," produced in his _Lilliput Lyrics_ a
juvenile masterpiece containing much verse
worthy to live. The two poems that follow are
decidedly successful in catching that elusive
something called the child's point of view.

THE PEDDLER'S CARAVAN

WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS

I wish I lived in a caravan
With a horse to drive, like a peddler-man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!

His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.

Chairs to mend, and delf to sell!
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates, with alphabets round the border!

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