Eleanor Farjeon Poems

From Victoria I can go
To Pevensey Level and Piddinghoe,
Open Winkins and Didling Hill,
Three Cups Corner and Selsey Bill.
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All schools
Have rules
Even those without 'em.
It's the rule of those schools
To have no rules,
That's all there is about 'em.
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The witch! The witch!
Don't let her get you!
Or your Aunt wouldn't know you
The next time she met you!
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I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
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I met a wizened woman
As I walked on the heath,
She had an old black bonnet
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Now that you too must shortly go the way
Which in these bloodshot years uncounted men
Have gone in vanishing armies day by day,
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Birds in the air,
Beasts in the byre,
Straw for thy bed,
Stars for thy fire,
Thy body for bread,
Thy Blood for the wine,
A thorn for thy crown,
A cross for thy sign.
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My Baby, my Burden,
Tomorrow the morn
I shall go lighter
And you will be born.
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The Week After
Thou that diest, Thou that never diest,
Thy day of birth has come ande Highest!
And Earth has sung Peace and Goodwill to men!
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Now every Child that dwells on earth,
Stand up, stand up and sing!
The passing night has given birth
Unto the Children's King.
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