Mistress Mary

“O Mistress Mary--Mistress Mary-- What have you found in your new old house? Paperers are waiting you, and carpenters, and gardeners-- And you are up garret, just as still as a mouse! What makes your eyes so wet and so round? Mary--Mary! What have you found?”

“Where the sour old wind grieves under the eaves There’s an old trunk hid--Oh the dust on the lid! I pulled out from it a gay round box, And in it were worn-out boots and socks-- Little, soft socks and little, stout boots-- And a child’s crude drawings of flowers and fruits, And a tiny toy whip, and a ship and a ball-- Oh--they’re just like a little lost boy! That’s all!”