Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott Poems
|43.||Flowers, Dear Flowers, Farewell!||4/6/2010|
|45.||Our Little Ghost||4/6/2010|
|46.||The Lay Of A Golden Goose||1/1/2004|
|48.||I Write About The Butterfly||4/6/2010|
|49.||A Song From The Suds||4/6/2010|
|50.||From The Short Story What The Swallows Did||1/1/2004|
|51.||The Rock And The Bubble||1/1/2004|
|53.||A Little Bird I Am||4/6/2010|
|56.||In The Garret||4/6/2010|
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In The Garret
Four little chests all in a row,
Dim with dust, and worn by time,
All fashioned and filled, long ago,
By children now in their prime.
Four little keys hung side by side,
With faded ribbons, brave and gay
When fastened there, with childish pride,
Long ago, on a rainy day.
Four little names, one on each lid,
Carved out by a boyish hand,
And underneath there lieth hid
Histories of the happy band
Once playing here, and pausing oft
To hear the sweet refrain,
That came and went on the roof aloft,
In the falling summer rain.
'Meg' on the first lid, ...
A little kingdom I possess
where thoughts and feelings dwell,
And very hard I find the task
of governing it well;
For passion tempts and troubles me,
A wayward will misleads,
And selfishness its shadow casts
On all my words and deeds.