Читать книгу The Nursery, December 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 6 - Various - Страница 2

Surely a step on the carpet I hear,

Some quiet mouse that is creeping so near.

Two little feet mount the rung of my chair:

True as I live, there is somebody there!

Ten lily fingers are over my eyes,

Trying to take me by sudden surprise;

Then a voice, calling in merriest glee,

"Who is it? Tell me, and you may go free."

"Who is it? Leave me a moment to guess.

Some one who loves me?" The voice answers, "Yes."

"Some one who's fairer to me than the flowers,

Brighter to me than the sunshiny hours?

Darling, whose white little hands make me blind

Unto all things that are dark and unkind;

Sunshine and blossoms, and diamond and pearl,—

Papa's own dear little, sweet little girl!"