| Poems by Women |
ONCE ON A TIME
Once on a time I used to dream
Strange spirits moved
about my way,
And I might catch a vagrant gleam,
A glint of pixy or of
fay;
Their lives were mingled with my own,
So far they roamed, so near
they drew;
And when I from a child had grown,
I woke - and found my dream
was true.
For one is clad in coat of fur,
And one is decked with feathers
gay;
Another, wiser, will prefer
A sober suit of Quaker gray:
This
one's your servant from his birth,
And that a Princess you must
please,
And this one loves to wake your mirth,
And that one likes to share
your ease.
O gracious creatures, tiny souls!
You seem so near, so far away,
Yet
while the cloudland round us rolls,
We love you better every day.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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