308 THE DAFFODILS NEVER FORGET.
I m furnishing my new home ;
I wonder, would you spare That old Dutch clock up garret,
And spinning-wheel, to me ? The fire-dogs do you use them ?
And candlesticks ? You see
"I can buy new ones, gorgeous,
But these are dearer far ; And that old delf I d like it,
In spite of nick and mar. I won t ask for the sideboard,
For that I know you care, But there s the old piano
Why, mother, how you stare !"
��THE DAFFODILS NEVER FORGET.
I THOUGHT some petitions of mine Were unanswered as days hurried by, And so I went groping in mist,
When I should have looked up to the sky ;
Until, looking still at the earth As I sat in the old cottage-door,
Mid dreams of the shadowy feet
That should enter that threshold no more,
I saw, by the foot-trodden stone,
Through the crevices threading the mould,