TOMY LITTLE GIRL
TOMY LITTLE GIRL
"Lay away the story,—Though the theme is sweet,There's a lack of something yetLeaves it incomplete;—There's a nameless yearning—Strangely undefined—For a story sweeter stillThan the written kind.Therefore read no longer,—I've no heart to hear,But just something you make up,O my mother dear,—With your arms around me,Hold me, folded-eyed,—Only let your voice go on—I'll be satisfied.James Whitcomb Riley.
"Lay away the story,—Though the theme is sweet,There's a lack of something yetLeaves it incomplete;—There's a nameless yearning—Strangely undefined—For a story sweeter stillThan the written kind.Therefore read no longer,—I've no heart to hear,But just something you make up,O my mother dear,—With your arms around me,Hold me, folded-eyed,—Only let your voice go on—I'll be satisfied.James Whitcomb Riley.
"Lay away the story,—Though the theme is sweet,There's a lack of something yetLeaves it incomplete;—There's a nameless yearning—Strangely undefined—For a story sweeter stillThan the written kind.
"Lay away the story,—
Though the theme is sweet,
There's a lack of something yet
Leaves it incomplete;—
There's a nameless yearning—
Strangely undefined—
For a story sweeter still
Than the written kind.
Therefore read no longer,—I've no heart to hear,But just something you make up,O my mother dear,—With your arms around me,Hold me, folded-eyed,—Only let your voice go on—I'll be satisfied.James Whitcomb Riley.
Therefore read no longer,—
I've no heart to hear,
But just something you make up,
O my mother dear,—
With your arms around me,
Hold me, folded-eyed,—
Only let your voice go on—
I'll be satisfied.
James Whitcomb Riley.