Beautifully Janet slept
Till it was deeply morning . She woke then
And thought about her dainty-feathered hen
to see how it had kept
One kiss she gave her mother
Only small one gave she to her daddy
Who would have kissed each curl of his shining baby
No kiss at all for her brother
"Old Chucky , Old Chucky!" she cried
Running on little pink feet upon the grass
To Chucky's house, and listening . But alas
Her Chucky had died
It was a transmogrifying bee
Came droning down on Chicky's old bald head
And sat and put the poison . It scarcely bled
But how exceedingly
And purply did the knot
Swell with the venom and communicate
Its rigor! Now the poor comb stood up straight
But Chucky did not
So ther was Janet
Kneeling on the wet grass , crying her brown hen
To rise and walk upon it
And weeping fast as she had breath
Janet implored us "wake her from her sleep!"
And would not be instructed in how deep
Was the forgetful kingdom of death.
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النرجس A poem by : Robert Herrick To Daffodils
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
Stay, stsy,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the evensong
And, having prayed togethar, we
Will go with you along
We have short time to stay, as you
We have as short a Spring
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you, or anything
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the Summer's rain
Or as the pearls of Morning's dew
Never to be found again