SEVEN TIMES ONE.
There’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 time one.Oh, moon! 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 a bow.You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,That God has hidden your face?I hope if you have, you will soon be 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 wrapperWhere two twin turtle-doves dwell;O, Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper,That hangs in your clear green bell.And show me your nest with the young ones in it—I will not steal them away;I am old! you must trust me, Linnet, Linnet—I am seven times one to-day.
There’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 time one.Oh, moon! 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 a bow.You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,That God has hidden your face?I hope if you have, you will soon be 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 wrapperWhere two twin turtle-doves dwell;O, Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper,That hangs in your clear green bell.And show me your nest with the young ones in it—I will not steal them away;I am old! you must trust me, Linnet, Linnet—I am seven times one to-day.
There’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.
There’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 time one.
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 time one.
Oh, moon! 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 a bow.
Oh, moon! 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 a bow.
You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,That God has hidden your face?I hope if you have, you will soon be forgiven,And shine again in your place.
You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,
That God has hidden your face?
I hope if you have, you will soon be 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, 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 wrapperWhere two twin turtle-doves dwell;O, Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper,That hangs in your clear green bell.
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.
And show me your nest with the young ones in it—I will not steal them away;I am old! you must trust me, Linnet, Linnet—I am seven times one to-day.
And show me your nest with the young ones in it—
I will not steal them away;
I am old! you must trust me, Linnet, Linnet—
I am seven times one to-day.
—Jean Ingelow.