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Enfants Oh revenez	A
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XXII April	B
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Children come back come back I say	A
You whom my folly chased away	A
A moment since from this my room	C
With bristling wrath and words of doom	C
What had you done you bandits small	D
With lips as red as roses all	D
What crime what wild and hapless deed	E
What porcelain vase by you was split	F
To thousand pieces Did you need	E
For pastime as you handled it	F
Some Gothic missal to enrich	G
With your designs fantastical	D
Or did your tearing fingers fall	D
On some old picture Which oh which	G
Your dreadful fault Not one of these	A
Only when left yourselves to please	A
This morning but a moment here	H
'Mid papers tinted by my mind	I
You took some embryo verses near	J
Half formed but fully well designed	I
To open out Your hearts desire	K
Was but to throw them on the fire	K
Then watch the tinder for the sight	L
Of shining sparks that twinkle bright	L
As little boats that sail at night	L
Or like the window lights that spring	M
From out the dark at evening	M
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'Twas all and you were well content	N
Fine loss was this for anger's vent	N
A strophe ill made midst your play	D
Sweet sound that chased the words away	D
In stormy flight An ode quite new	O
With rhymes inflated stanzas too	O
That panted moving lazily	D
And heavy Alexandrine lines	A
That seemed to jostle bodily	D
Like children full of play designs	A
That spring at once from schoolroom's form	P
Instead of all this angry storm	P
Another might have thanked you well	D
For saving prey from that grim cell	D
That hollowed den 'neath journals great	Q
Where editors who poets flout	R
With their demoniac laughter shout	R
And I have scolded you What fate	Q
For charming dwarfs who never meant	N
To anger Hercules And I	S
Have frightened you My chair I sent	N
Back to the wall and then let fly	S
A shower of words the envious use	A
Get out I said with hard abuse	A
Leave me alone alone I say	D
Poor man alone Ah well a day	D
What fine result what triumph rare	T
As one turns from the coffin'd dead	U
So left you me I could but stare	T
Upon the door through which you fled	U
I proud and grave but punished quite	L
And what care you for this my plight	L
You have recovered liberty	D
Fresh air and lovely scenery	D
The spacious park and wished for grass	A
The running stream where you can throw	V
A blade to watch what comes to pass	A
Blue sky and all the spring can show	V
Nature serenely fair to see	D
The book of birds and spirits free	D
God's poem worth much more than mine	W
Where flowers for perfect stanzas shine	W
Flowers that a child may pluck in play	D
No harsh voice frightening it away	D
And I'm alone all pleasure o'er	K
Alone with pedant called Ennui	D
For since the morning at my door	X
Ennui has waited patiently	D
That docto r London born you mark	Y
One Sunday in December dark	Y
Poor little ones he loved you not	Z
And waited till the chance he got	Z
To enter as you passed away	D
And in the very corner where	T
You played with frolic laughter gay	D
He sighs and yawns with weary air	T
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What can I do Shall I read books	A
Or write more verse or turn fond looks	A
Upon enamels blue sea green	A2
And white on insects rare as seen	A2
Upon my Dresden china ware	T
Or shall I touch the globe and care	T
To make the heavens turn upon	B2
Its axis No not one not one	C2
Of all these things care I to do	O
All wearies me I think of you	O
In truth with you my sunshine fled	U
And gayety with your light tread	U
Glad noise that set me dreaming still	D
'Twas my delight to watch your will	D
And mark you point with finger tips	A
To help your spelling out a word	D2
To see the pearls between your lips	A
When I your joyous laughter heard	D2
Your honest brows that looked so true	O
And said Oh yes to each intent	N
Your great bright eyes that loved to view	O
With admiration innocent	E2
My fine old S vres the eager thought	F2
That every kind of knowledge sought	F2
The elbow push with Come and see	D
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Oh certes spirits sylphs there be	D
And fays the wind blows often here	H
The gnomes that squat the ceiling near	J
In corners made by old books dim	G2
The long backed dwarfs those goblins grim	G2
That seem at home 'mong vases rare	T
And chat to them with friendly air	T
Oh how the joyous demon throng	H2
Must all have laughed with laughter long	H2
To see you on my rough drafts fall	D
My bald hexameters and all	D
The mournful miserable band	I2
And drag them with relentless hand	I2
From out their box with true delight	L
To set them each and all a light	L
And then with clapping hands to lean	A2
Above the stove and watch the scene	A2
How to the mass deformed there came	J2
A soul that showed itself in flame	J2
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Bright tricksy children oh I pray	D
Come back and sing and dance away	D
And chatter too sometimes you may	D
A giddy group a big book seize	A
Or sometimes if it so you please	A
With nimble step you'll run to me	D
And push the arm that holds the pen	K2
Till on my finished verse will be	D
A stroke that's like a steeple when	K2
Seen suddenly upon a plain	L2
My soul longs for your breath again	K2
To warm it Oh return come here	H
With laugh and babble and no fear	J
When with your shadow you obscure	M2
The book I read for I am sure	M2
Oh madcaps terrible and dear	J
That you were right and I was wrong	H2
But who has ne'er with scolding tongue	N2
Blamed out of season Pardon me	D
You must forgive for sad are we	D
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The young should not be hard and cold	O2
And unforgiving to the old	O2
Children each morn your souls ope out	R
Like windows to the shining day	D
Oh miracle that comes about	R
The miracle that children gay	D
Have happiness and goodness too	O
Caressed by destiny are you	O
Charming you are if you but play	D
But we with living overwrought	F2
And full of grave and sombre thought	F2
Are snappish oft dear little men	K2
We have ill tempered days and then	K2
Are quite unjust and full of care	T
It rained this morning and the air	T
Was chill but clouds that dimm'd the sky	S
Have passed Things spited me and why	S
But now my heart repents Behold	O2
What 'twas that made me cross and scold	O2
All by and by you'll understand	I2
When brows are mark'd by Time's stern hand	I2
Then you will comprehend be sure	M2
When older that's to say less pure	M2
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The fault I freely own was mine	W
But oh for pardon now I pine	W
Enough my punishment to meet	P2
You must forgive I do entreat	P2
With clasped hands praying oh come back	Q2
Make peace and you shall nothing lack	Q2
See now my pencils paper here	H
And pointless compasses and dear	J
Old lacquer work and stoneware clear	J
Through glass protecting all man's toys	A
So coveted by girls and boys	A
Great China monsters bodies much	R2
Like cucumbers you all shall touch	R2
I yield up all my picture rare	T
Found beneath antique rubbish heap	S2
My great and tapestried oak chair	T
I will from you no longer keep	S2
You shall about my table climb	T2
And dance or drag without a cry	S
From me as if it were a crime	T2
Even I'll look on patiently	D
If you your jagged toys all throw	V
Upon my carved bench till it show	V
The wood is torn and freely too	P2
I'll leave in your own hands to view	P2
My pictured Bible oft desired	P2
But which to touch your fear inspired	P2
With God in emperor's robes attired	P2
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Then if to see my verses burn	U2
Should seem to you a pleasant turn	U2
Take them to freely tear away	D
Or burn But oh not so I'd say	D
If this were M ry's room to day	D
That noble poet Happy town	V2
Marseilles the Greek that him doth own	W2
Daughter of Homer fair to see	D
Of Virgil's son the mother she	D
To you I'd say Hold children all	D
Let but your eyes on his work fall	D
These papers are the sacred nest	P2
In which his crooning fancies rest	P2
To morrow winged to Heaven they'll soar	X
For new born verse imprisoned still	D
In manuscript may suffer sore	X
At your small hands and childish will	D
Without a thought of bad intent	P2
Of cruelty quite innocent	P2
You wound their feet and bruise their wings	A
And make them suffer those ill things	A
That children's play to young birds brings	A
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But mine no matter what you do	P2
My poetry is all in you	P2
You are my inspiration bright	P2
That gives my verse its purest light	P2
Children whose life is made of hope	X2
Whose joy within its mystic scope	X2
Owes all to ignorance of ill	D
You have not suffered and you still	D
Know not what gloomy thoughts weigh down	V2
The poet writer weary grown	W2
What warmth is shed by your sweet smile	D
How much he needs to gaze awhile	D
Upon your shining placid brow	Y2
When his own brow its ache doth know	V
With what delight he loves to hear	H
Your frolic play 'neath tree that's near	J
Your joyous voices mixing well	D
With his own song's all mournful swell	D
Come back then children come to me	D
If you wish not that I should be	D
As lonely now that you're afar	Z2
As fisherman of Etr tat	P2
Who listless on his elbow leans	A
Through all the weary winter scenes	A
As tired of thought as on Time flies	A
And watching only rainy skies	A
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MRS NEWTON CROSLAND	P2