Katherine Mansfield Poems

I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child.
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Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly--woefully--I stoop to catch him.
"Try, mother, try!"
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Baby Babbles--only one,
Now to sit up has begun.

Little Babbles quite turned two
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Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
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After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.
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Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
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valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
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Shadow children, thin and small,
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.
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Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden showers
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours....
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Come, let us all sing very high
And all sing very loud
And keep on singing in the street
Until there's quite a crowd;
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