William Cox Bennett Poems

O, THOSE little, those little blue shoes!
Those shoes that no little feet use.
O the price were high
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Cheeks as soft as July peaches,
Lips whose dewy scarlet teaches
Poppies paleness - round large eyes
Ever great with new surprise,
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O gentle, gentle summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
The drooping lily pine in vain
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Voice of summer, keen and shrill,
Chirping round my winter fire,
Of thy song I never tire,
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