by Jean Ingelow (1820 - 1897)

Seven times one
Language: English 
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! toll 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.

Confirmed with The World’s Best Poetry, ed. by Bliss Carman, et al., Philadelphia: John D. Morris & Co., 1904.


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Word count: 207