Classic Poem

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There's no rain left in heaven.
I've said my "seven times" over and over,--
Seven times one are seven.

I am old,--so old I can write a letter;
My birthday lessons are done.
The lambs play always,--they know no better;
They are only one times one.

O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing
And shining so round and low.
You were bright--ah, bright--but your light is failing;
You are nothing now but a bow.

You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,
That God has hidden your face?
I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven,
And shine again in your place.

O velvet Bee! you're a dusty fellow,--
You've powdered your legs with gold.
O brave marsh Mary-buds, rich and yellow,
Give me your money to hold!

O Columbine! open your folded wrapper,
Where two twin turtle-doves dwell!
O Cuckoo-pint! tell me the purple clapper
That hangs in your clear green bell!

And show me your nest, with the young ones in it,--
I will not steal them away;
I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet!
I am seven times one to-day.