George MacDonald Poems

I.

I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;
My one foot stands well, but never goes;
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The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him
Who next it stood before us, first so long,
We see not; but between the cherubim
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Little one, you must not fret
That I take your clothes away;
Better sleep you so will get,
And at morning wake more gay-
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Beautiful stories wed with lovely days
Like words and music:-what shall be the tale
Of love and nobleness that might avail
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Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,
And in their sadness overflow and blend-
Faint gold, and windy blue, and green and gray:
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O Lord of life, thy quickening voice
Awakes my morning song!
In gladsome words I would rejoice
That I to thee belong.
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Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies
Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow;
But spring is floating up the southern skies,
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I.

There breathes not a breath of the summer air
But the spirit of love is moving there;
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I have a puppet-jointed child,
She's but three half-years old;
Through lawless hair her eyes gleam wild
With looks both shy and bold.
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A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree,
Sang in the moonshine, merrily,
Three little songs, one, two, and three,
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