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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Moccasins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow!<br>Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the light!<br>I'll play the old Red River reel, you used to love it so:<br>Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance for me to-night!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your hair was all a gleamy gold, your eyes a corn-flower blue;<br>Your cheeks were pink as tinted shells, you stepped light as a fawn;<br>Your mouth was like a coral bud, with seed pearls peeping through;<br>As gladdening as Spring you were, as radiant as dawn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come out, O Little Moccasins! I'll play so soft and low,<br>The songs you loved, the old heart-songs that in my mem'ry ring;<br>O child, I want to hear you now beside the campfire glow!<br>With all your heart a-throbbing in the simple words you sing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For there was only you and I, and you were all to me;<br>And round us were the barren lands, but little did we fear;<br>Of all God's happy, happy folks the happiest were we. . . .<br>(Oh, call her, poor old fiddle mine, and maybe she will hear!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your mother was a half-breed Cree, but you were white all through;<br>And I, your father was -- but well, that's neither here nor there;<br>I only know, my little Queen, that all my world was you,<br>And now that world can end to-night, and I will never care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For there's a tiny wooden cross that pricks up through the snow:<br>(Poor Little Moccasins! you're tired, and so you lie at rest.)<br>And there's a grey-haired, weary man beside the campfire glow:<br>(O fiddle mine! the tears to-night are drumming on your breast.)</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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