Mary Botham Howitt
Mary Botham Howitt Poems
|1.||Let Mammon's Sons With Visage Lean||9/28/2010|
|2.||The Rose Of May||9/28/2010|
|3.||The Unregarded Toils Of The Poor||9/28/2010|
|4.||The Sea Fowler||9/28/2010|
|6.||Religious Reflections On Winter: The Creator To Be Praised For All Things||9/28/2010|
|7.||The Clock Is On The Stroke Of Six||9/28/2010|
|8.||The Fossil Elephant||9/28/2010|
|10.||The Broom Flower||9/28/2010|
|11.||The Sparrow's Nest||9/28/2010|
|12.||The Old Man's Story||9/28/2010|
|16.||Summer Song Of The Strawberry-Girl||9/28/2010|
|17.||The Spider And The Fly||9/28/2010|
The Spider And The Fly
Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.'
Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.'
'I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?' said the Spider to the Fly.
'There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest...
In all the years which have been,
The spring hath green'd the bough -
The gladsome hopeful spring-time! -
Keep heart! It comes even now.
The winter-time departeth;
The early flowers expand;
The blackbird and the turtle-dove
Are heard throughout the land.