Down-adown-derry : $b a book of fairy poemsDe la Mare, Walter
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Down-adown-derry : $b a book of fairy poems
De la Mare, Walter
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry; Children's poetry, English; Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry; Fairy poetry, English
Longlegs--he yelled "Coo-ee!"
And all across the combe
Shrill and shrill it rang--rang through
The clear green gloom.
Fairies there were a-spinning,
And a white tree-maid
Lifted her eyes, and listened
In her rain-sweet glade.
Bunnie to bunnie stamped; old Wat
Chin-deep in bracken sate;
A throstle piped, "I'm by, I'm by!"
Clear to his timid mate.
And there was Longlegs straddling,
And hearkening was he,
To distant Echo thrilling back
A thin "Coo-ee!"
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THE MERMAIDS
Sand, sand; hills of sand;
And the wind where nothing is
Green and sweet of the land;
No grass, no trees,
No bird, no butterfly,
But hills, hills of sand,
And a burning sky.
Sea, sea, mounds of the sea,
Hollow, and dark, and blue,
Flashing incessantly
The whole sea through;
No flower, no jutting root,
Only the floor of the sea,
With foam afloat.
Blow, blow, winding shells;
And the watery fish,
Deaf to the hidden bells,
In the water splash;
No streaming gold, no eyes,
Watching along the waves,
But far-blown shells, faint bells,
From the darkling caves.
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THE LITTLE CREATURE
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Twinkum, twankum, twirlum and twitch
My great grandam--She was a Witch.
Mouse in wainscot, Saint in niche--
My great grandam--She was a Witch;
Deadly nightshade flowers in a ditch--
My great grandam--She was a Witch;
Long though the shroud it grows stitch by stitch--
My great grandam--She was a Witch;
Wean your weakling before you breech--
My great grandam--She was a Witch;
The fattest pig's but a double flitch--
My great grandam--She was a Witch;
Nightjars rattle, owls scritch--
My great grandam--She was a Witch.
Pretty and small,
A mere nothing at all,
Pinned up sharp in the ghost of a shawl,
She'd straddle her down to the kirkyard wall,
And mutter and whisper and call; and call--
And--call.
Red blood out and black blood in,
My Nannie says I'm a child of sin--
How did I choose me my witchcraft kin!
Know I as soon as dark's dreams begin
Snared is my heart in a nightmare's gin;
Never from terror I out may win;
So dawn and dusk I pine, peak, thin,
Scarcely beknowing t'other from which--
My great grandam--She was a Witch.
SAM
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