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PIERROT'S VERSES 
 By Maria de Acosta Sargent 
 
 Privately Printed 
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Copyright^ i^ij^ hy Maria de Acosta Bar get 
 
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 MEADOWS GREEN, WELD FLOWERS FAIR, 
 CHILDRFJSl'S DREAMS OF FAIRIES THERE, 
 
 GOLDEN STARS AND SILVER TOYS, 
 
 ALL OF THESE FOR GIRLS AND BOYS 
 
Little fair Daisy there, 
 
 Hide your face, you inustn't stare! 
 
 If you don't, can't you see 
 
 You 'II be never rid of me ? 
 
 I would stay and play with you. 
 Play with you the dark night through. 
 And Mamma fierhafis might be 
 Looking all about for me. 
 
 Hide your little face, I fir ay. 
 And fier chance I 'II come by day. 
 
 ( 3 ) 
 
II 
 
 Different colors, fairies bright. 
 Dancing on a starlit night, 
 Romfiing o'er my meadow. Hark! 
 I can hear them in the dark. 
 
 When I close my eyes Ijiy 
 To their home across the sky. 
 To the land of playthings rare 
 That are waiting for me there. 
 
 And I often long to stay. 
 But they hurry me away. 
 Then I feel my nurse'' s hand 
 Waking me Jrom fairyland. 
 
 ( 4 ) 
 
Ill 
 
 I am a star-baby, 
 
 Drofified from the skies. 
 With bells on my fingers 
 
 And diamonds for eyes. 
 With angels and fairies 
 
 I dance and I filay. 
 But if you 'II just Icrue me 
 
 Perhaps I will stay. 
 
 ( 5 ) 
 
IV 
 
 hi the moonlight I can see 
 
 Little shadow 3Ie, 
 And sometimes in sunlight bright 
 When the moon is far from sight 
 
 Underneath a tree, 
 I can see him come and go. 
 Always dancing to and fro 
 
 As gaily as can be. 
 
 Why don't you stay, my shadow dear. 
 
 Just all the time and be 
 A little person all alone. 
 
 Without the help- of me ? 
 
I wish I were a little child, 
 A child of goodness rare, 
 
 And then fierhafis the morning sun 
 Might nestle in my hair. 
 
 My eyes might shine as little stars 
 Do twinkle bright and true. 
 
 My lip-s might show a cherry bloom. 
 My skin a lily's hue. 
 
 My heart might be a singing bird 
 And sing and sing and sing; 
 
 My voice its echo, softly heard. 
 Would with its beauty ring. 
 
 My life might be a giving one 
 With sharing all my stniles: 
 
 My soul would be a grooving one — 
 I''d be a hafifiy child! 
 
 ( 7 ) 
 
VI 
 
 In a garden fresh and green 
 
 I sat one eve with a faimj queen. 
 
 We watched the sunset, the end of day. 
 
 We counted the stars as they came to filay. 
 
 I wished a wish, and dreamed a dream ;- 
 
 And lo, she was gone! A fairy queen! 
 
 ( 8 ) 
 
VII 
 
 Butterfly, butterfly. 
 
 Let us go across the sky. 
 
 First you teach me how tojly. 
 
 Then J 'U show you just how high 
 
 We must go to reach the sky. 
 
 I have often thought oj you, 
 And I've wondered, was it true 
 That so bright and gay a color 
 Could have been a caterfiillar ? 
 
 ( 9 ) 
 
VIII 
 
 Have you ever seen my doggie ? 
 
 He 's the sweetest thing to see I 
 He has loved me, oh ! a long time. 
 
 For you see, I 'm nearly three. 
 
 We have filayed at games together. 
 We have tumbled to and fro. 
 
 And I 've squeezed him, oh! so tightly. 
 Though he ahvays wants to go. 
 
 He is just the gayest playmate. 
 With his eyes all bright and fair. 
 
 And he wags his tail politely 
 When I stroke his shaggy hair. 
 
 I just hope he 7/ never leave me, 
 I should be all sad and blue. 
 
 For he 's just the nicest doggie 
 That you ever, ever knew. 
 ( 10 ) 
 
IX 
 
 little Star, there you are ! 
 
 1 can see you from afar. 
 Such a light you do play ; 
 
 I do hofie you 7/ come to stay. 
 
 I 've been waiting here for you, 
 I ^ve got something I must do, — 
 I must tuck my dolly fair 
 In her corner over there. 
 
 And I must n't make a noise 
 For fear I 'd wake the other toys, 
 And I really couldn't see 
 Without having helfi from thee. 
 
 ( 11 ) 
 
Such tender names JVurse calls me, 
 / never can forget. 
 Sometimes I am a "/iiissy cat" 
 And then an '* angel fiet." 
 
 But oh, you just should hear her 
 When she is cross and wild 1 
 For then it is ^^ you naughty brat,** 
 Or ' ' horrid, bad, bold child. ' ' 
 
 ( 12 ) 
 
XI 
 
 When it '5 dark I often see 
 Little twinkling lights. 
 
 Far above the clouds and me. 
 Far out in the night. 
 
 And against my toindow-fiane 
 When I^m all alone 
 
 I look out and wonder if 
 They are fairy homes. 
 
 If they are, perhaps some day 
 
 When I 'm rich and wise, 
 I shall buy a fairy horse 
 And ride him to the skies. 
 
 There I ' II be a J airy prince 
 
 With a palace rare. 
 And I '// have a princess, too. 
 
 With diamonds in her hair. 
 ( 13 ) 
 
I shall tell her stories boldy 
 All the things I kiiow^ 
 
 Of the games I used to filay 
 In this world belvw. 
 
 We shall love forever there ^ 
 And she 7/ hafifiy be 
 
 In our little tiny star 
 Far above the tree. 
 
 ( 14 ) 
 
XII 
 
 / ^ve been romfiing all the day 
 In the nvarmest sunlit hay. 
 And I made me there a bed 
 Just to watch the clouds overhead. 
 
 There they Jioated white and gray 
 And about my head would filay. 
 Mystic shafies, some round, some long. 
 All in queer fantastic throng. 
 
 How I wish the sun would wait 
 And not go until it '5 late — 
 I mean until I seem to be 
 Quite ready to -run home for tea. 
 
 ( 15 ) 
 
XIII 
 
 Little Jesus, can it be 
 That you were a boy like me^ 
 Full of sadness and of joys. 
 Playing here with girls and boys ? 
 
 Or were you hafifiy all the day ? 
 And did you with your nursie firay ? 
 Dear Jesus, I would like to be 
 A good and gentle boy like Thee ! 
 
 ( 16 ) 
 
XIV 
 
 tvoodlands green ivhere shadcnus fall ; 
 treetofis high ivhere soft winds call; 
 O shady brooks where wild flowers stray. 
 Oh, take this lonely boy to filay I 
 
 ( 17 ) 
 
XV 
 
 Sail our boat, sail our boat, just you and I, 
 
 Over the sea and over the sky; 
 
 Far from our fiast lands, our dreamlands of 
 
 yore. 
 To a brighter land, fairer land, fairyland 
 
 shore. 
 
 ( 18 ) 
 
MISCELLAJVEOUS 
 
TO A WILD FLOWER 
 
 DonH hide your face, sweet simfile thing ; 
 Why, you We the very thing 
 That makes my soul cry out U is spring ! 
 My wild Jiower ! 
 
 / 
 
 ( 21 ) 
 
A SONG 
 
 / made a little song one night 
 Of notes so clear and sweet, 
 
 I sang it all the eventirne. 
 It sounded in my slee/i . 
 
 It was a simfile melody 
 
 Of love and dreams and flowers. 
 It sounded many things to me. 
 
 It brought back hafifiy hours. 
 
 Oh, sing to me your little song. 
 
 My Jairy queen afar ! 
 Caress my humble voice with yours. 
 
 And sing it to the stars. 
 
 The weary world will change, I knovj. 
 When your sweet notes are heard. 
 
 Oh, sing unto the hearts 0/ men, 
 My lovely fairy bird ! 
 ( 22 ) 
 
THE DAY AFTER EASTER 
 
 All the fimvers of yesterday 
 
 Are hid away, 
 And the sky is dark and gray 
 
 Once more to-day. 
 Raster morn so gay and bright 
 Came luith sounds of sfiring^s delight. 
 But to-day the world is white — 
 
 * T is winter^ s way. 
 
EPITAPH 
 
 Only a little green mite of a bird. 
 
 Yet often it talked to me 
 
 In tenderest tones, so soft and low 
 
 That sometimes I thought it nvas — Thee ! 
 
 Itjiew to me often when I was sad. 
 And kissed me, too, to make me glad. 
 Peace to you, little gay bird of s/iring. 
 Good-by, my s%veet little memory thing. 
 
 ( 24 ) 
 
TOAST 
 
 Soldier, you We a brave young lad. 
 Soldier, you have made us glad, 
 Glad to live and glad to die. 
 Soldier, — even though we cry. 
 
 Here 's a toast to you, young man. 
 
 You that ever save our land. 
 
 Soldier, here 's the best to you ! 
 
 Bless you, boy, and bring you through ! 
 
 ( 26 ) 
 
TOGETHER 
 
 We are brave together. 
 We are strong forever. 
 We that life can^t sever. 
 You and 1. 
 
 We have starlight gr&iving, 
 We have soft winds blowing. 
 We have sunshine glowing. 
 You and 1. 
 
 We have heaven above us, 
 With its God to love u^. 
 And His truth to light us. 
 You and I. 
 
 So then come what may to us. 
 It shall be lifers play to us 
 And the brightest way for us. 
 You and I. 
 ( 26 ) 
 
FROM THE WINDOW 
 
 Oh, the dark fiines o'er the hill. 
 Oh, the golden sunset still. 
 And the clouds all floating free — 
 Just for you and me I 
 
 Oh, the stars come one by one 
 Bidding farewell to the sun. 
 Come to guard and bless the sky, 
 Whisfiering — ** You and /.' 
 
 ( 27 ) 
 
COLD IS THE NIGHT, 
 DARK IS THE DAY, 
 ROUGH IS THE PATH, 
 AND LONG IS THE WAY. 
 SAD IS THE PARTING, 
 BUT GLORIOUS AND FREE, 
 THE SOUL GOES ON EVER 
 TOWARD vicrroRY. 
 
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