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* My little Boy, which like you more," I said, and took him by the arm “ Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, “ Or here at Liswyn farm ?”
" And tell
rather be," I said, and held him by the arm, " At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, “ Or here at Liswyn farm?".
In careless mood he looked at me,
“ Now, little Edward, say why so;
My little Edward, tell me why;"“ I cannot tell, I do not know." “ Why this is strange," said I.
~ For, here are woods, and green-hills warm : “ There surely must some reason be “ Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm “ For Kilve by the green sea.”
At this, my Boy hung down his head,
His head he raised—there was in sight,
Then did the Boy his tongue unlock;
Oh dearest, dearest Boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn.
LINES Written at a small distance from my House, and sent by
my little boy to the person to whom they are addressed.
It is the first mild day of March :
There is a blessing in the air,
grass in the green field.
My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Edward will come with you;
pray, Put on with speed your woodland dress; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Love, now an universal birth,
One moment now may give us more