Mary Botham Howitt
Mary Botham Howitt Poems
|1.||Let Mammon's Sons With Visage Lean||9/28/2010|
|2.||The Fossil Elephant||9/28/2010|
|4.||The Rose Of May||9/28/2010|
|5.||Religious Reflections On Winter: The Creator To Be Praised For All Things||9/28/2010|
|6.||The Sea Fowler||9/28/2010|
|7.||The Broom Flower||9/28/2010|
|8.||The Unregarded Toils Of The Poor||9/28/2010|
|9.||The Old Man's Story||9/28/2010|
|12.||The Clock Is On The Stroke Of Six||9/28/2010|
|13.||Summer Song Of The Strawberry-Girl||9/28/2010|
|14.||The Sparrow's Nest||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...
The Broom Flower
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it.
I know the realms where people say
The flowers have not their fellow;
I know where they shine out like suns,
The crimson and the yellow.