"Where art thou wandering, little child?" I said to one I met to-day.-- She pushed her bonnet up and smiled, "I`m going upon the green to play: Folks tell me that the May`s in flower, That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull, And I`ve got leave to spend an hour To get this little basket full." --And thou`st got leave to spend an hour! My heart repeated.--She was gone; --And thou hast heard the thorn`s in flower, And childhood`s bliss is urging on: Ah, happy child! thou mak`st me sigh, This once as happy heart of mine, Would nature with the boon comply, How gladly would I change for thine.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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