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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Songs After Master Singers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SONG</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[W.S.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme!<br>O the shepherd lad<br>He is ne'er so glad<br>As when he pipes, in the blossom-time,<br>So rare!<br>While Kate picks by, yet looks not there.<br>So rare! so rare!<br>_With a hey! and a hi! and a ho!_<br>_The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!_</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho vow!<br>Then he sips her face<br>At the sweetest place--<br>And ho! how white is the hawthorn now!--<br>So rare!--<br>And the daisied world rocks round them there.<br>So rare! so rare!<br>_With a hey! and a hi! and a ho!_<br>_The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!_</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">TO THE CHILD JULIA</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[R.H.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Little Julia, since that we<br>May not as our elders be,<br>Let us blithely fill the days<br>Of our youth with pleasant plays.<br>First we'll up at earliest dawn,<br>While as yet the dew is on<br>The sooth'd grasses and the pied<br>Blossomings of morningtide;<br>Next, with rinsed cheeks that shine<br>As the enamell'd eglantine,<br>We will break our fast on bread<br>With both cream and honey spread;<br>Then, with many a challenge-call,<br>We will romp from house and hall,<br>Gypsying with the birds and bees<br>Of the green-tress'd garden trees.<br>In a bower of leaf and vine<br>Thou shalt be a lady fine<br>Held in duress by the great<br>Giant I shall personate.<br>Next, when many mimics more<br>Like to these we have played o'er,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We'll betake us home-along<br>Hand in hand at evensong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE DOLLY'S MOTHER</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[W.W.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>A little maid, of summers four--<br>Did you compute her years,--<br>And yet how infinitely more<br>To me her age appears:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I mark the sweet child's serious air,<br>At her unplayful play,--<br>The tiny doll she mothers there<br>And lulls to sleep away,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grows--'neath the grave similitude--<br>An infant real, to me,<br>And _she_ a saint of motherhood<br>In hale maturity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, pausing in my lonely round,<br>And all unseen of her,<br>I stand uncovered--her profound<br>And abject worshipper.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WIND OF THE SEA</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[A.T.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail--<br>Lend me the breath of a freshening gale<br>And bear my port-worn ship away!<br>For O the greed of the tedious town--<br>The shutters up and the shutters down!<br>Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay<br>And bear me away!--away!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whither you bear me, Wind of the Sea,<br>Matters never the least to me:<br>Give me your fogs, with the sails adrip,<br>Or the weltering path thro' the starless night--<br>On, somewhere, is a new daylight<br>And the cheery glint of another ship<br>As its colors dip and dip!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay<br>And bear me away!--away!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SUBTLETY</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[R.B .]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Whilst little Paul, convalescing, was staying<br>Close indoors, and his boisterous classmates paying</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Him visits, with fresh school-notes and surprises,--<br>With nettling pride they sprung the word 'Athletic,'<br>With much advice and urgings sympathetic<br>Anent 'Athletic exercises.' Wise as<br>Lad might look, quoth Paul: 'I've pondered o'er that<br>'Athletic,' but I mean to take, before that,<br>Downstairic and outdooric exercises.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BORN TO THE PURPLE</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[W.M.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Most-like it was this kingly lad<br>Spake out of the pure joy he had<br>In his child-heart of the wee maid<br>Whose eerie beauty sudden laid<br>A spell upon him, and his words<br>Burst as a song of any bird's:--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A peerless Princess thou shalt be,<br>Through wit of love's rare sorcery:<br>To crown the crown of thy gold hair<br>Thou shalt have rubies, bleeding there<br>Their crimson splendor midst the marred<br>Pulp of great pearls, and afterward</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Leaking in fainter ruddy stains<br>Adown thy neck-and-armlet-chains<br>Of turquoise, chrysoprase, and mad<br>Light-frenzied diamonds, dartling glad<br>Swift spirts of shine that interfuse<br>As though with lucent crystal dews<br>That glance and glitter like split rays<br>Of sunshine, born of burgeoning Mays<br>When the first bee tilts down the lip<br>Of the first blossom, and the drip<br>Of blended dew and honey heaves<br>Him blinded midst the underleaves.<br>For raiment, Fays shall weave for thee--<br>Out of the phosphor of the sea<br>And the frayed floss of starlight, spun<br>With counterwarp of the firm sun--<br>A vesture of such filmy sheen<br>As, through all ages, never queen<br>Therewith strove truly to make less<br>One fair line of her loveliness.<br>Thus gowned and crowned with gems and gold,<br>Thou shalt, through centuries untold,<br>Rule, ever young and ever fair,<br>As now thou rulest, smiling there.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>

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