Seven Times One

HERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover ; There's no rain left in heaven; I've said my"seven times" over and over- Seven times one are seven. I am old! so old I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done: The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one. OMoon! in the night I have seen you sailing, And shining so round and low; You were bright! ah, bright! but your light is failing; You are nothing now but abow. A PITCHER OF MIGNONETTE You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have, you will soonbe forgiven, And shine again in your place. O velvet Bee! you're a dusty fellow, You've powdered your legs with gold; O brave marsh Mary-buds, rich and yellow! Give me your money to hold. O Columbine! open your folded wrapper Where two twin turtle-doves dwell; O Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper, That hangs in your clear, green bell. Andshow me your nest with the young ones in it I will not steal them away, Iam old! you may trust me, Linnet, Linnet- I am seven times one to-day.