EARLY FANCIES.
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EARLY FANCIES.
A little child I loved the night,
The purple twilight sky,—
The yellow moon hung like a lamp
Up in the arched dome high;
And when June's sunshine kissed the hills,
Played on the clover slopes,
I said the stars were coming down
To earth on silver ropes.
The purple twilight sky,—
The yellow moon hung like a lamp
Up in the arched dome high;
And when June's sunshine kissed the hills,
Played on the clover slopes,
I said the stars were coming down
To earth on silver ropes.
In the lone autumn of the year,
I watched through window bars
The last faint crimson fade away
Before the brightening stars;
And then I feared the angels' cheeks
Were paling at some grief;
I thought, perhaps they, too, bemoaned
The "sere and yellow leaf."
I watched through window bars
The last faint crimson fade away
Before the brightening stars;
And then I feared the angels' cheeks
Were paling at some grief;
I thought, perhaps they, too, bemoaned
The "sere and yellow leaf."
Winter came on, with glory nights
Of Northern skies aflame:
My childish heart was awed by these,
And trembled at their name!
For then, I thought, the great, good God,
From His bright home on high,
Was angry at my many sins,
So burnt the midnight sky.
Of Northern skies aflame:
My childish heart was awed by these,
And trembled at their name!
For then, I thought, the great, good God,
From His bright home on high,
Was angry at my many sins,
So burnt the midnight sky.
