"Where art thou wandering, little child?"
I said to one I met to-day
She pushed her bonnet up and smiled
"I'm going upon the green to play
Folks tell me that the May's in flower
That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull
And I've got leave to spend an hour
To get this little basket full."
And thou'st got leave to spend an hour!
My heart repeated.--She was gone
And thou hast heard the thorn's in flower
And childhood's bliss is urging on
Ah, happy child! thou mak'st me sigh
This once as happy heart of mine
Would nature with the boon comply
How gladly would I change for thine