FANNY.

FANNY.

BY CLARA DOTY BATES.

WHAT do the wistful eyes discover,Full of their baby dignity?Lips, I know, are as red as clover,Cheeks like the bloom that flushes overPeaches, sun-ripe on the tree.Let but a merry play-thought brightenOver the little pensive face,Then how the sober shades will lighten,Then how the dimples deep will frightenEvery grave line from its place.Well, I know there is mischief sleeping,Plenty of it, behind this guise;Little brain has a way of keepingBack the smiles; but still they are peepingOut from the brow, the mouth, and eyes.

WHAT do the wistful eyes discover,Full of their baby dignity?Lips, I know, are as red as clover,Cheeks like the bloom that flushes overPeaches, sun-ripe on the tree.Let but a merry play-thought brightenOver the little pensive face,Then how the sober shades will lighten,Then how the dimples deep will frightenEvery grave line from its place.Well, I know there is mischief sleeping,Plenty of it, behind this guise;Little brain has a way of keepingBack the smiles; but still they are peepingOut from the brow, the mouth, and eyes.

WHAT do the wistful eyes discover,Full of their baby dignity?Lips, I know, are as red as clover,Cheeks like the bloom that flushes overPeaches, sun-ripe on the tree.

WHAT do the wistful eyes discover,

Full of their baby dignity?

Lips, I know, are as red as clover,

Cheeks like the bloom that flushes over

Peaches, sun-ripe on the tree.

Let but a merry play-thought brightenOver the little pensive face,Then how the sober shades will lighten,Then how the dimples deep will frightenEvery grave line from its place.

Let but a merry play-thought brighten

Over the little pensive face,

Then how the sober shades will lighten,

Then how the dimples deep will frighten

Every grave line from its place.

Well, I know there is mischief sleeping,Plenty of it, behind this guise;Little brain has a way of keepingBack the smiles; but still they are peepingOut from the brow, the mouth, and eyes.

Well, I know there is mischief sleeping,

Plenty of it, behind this guise;

Little brain has a way of keeping

Back the smiles; but still they are peeping

Out from the brow, the mouth, and eyes.


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