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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy.  1904.
 
Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: Sprites
The Fairy Child
John Anster (1793–1867)
 
THE SUMMER sun was sinking
  With a mild light, calm and mellow;
It shone on my little boy’s bonnie cheeks,
  And his loose locks of yellow.
 
The robin was singing sweetly,        5
  And his song was sad and tender;
And my little boy’s eyes, while he heard the song,
  Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.
 
My little boy lay on my bosom
  While his soul the song was quaffing;        10
The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek,
  And his heart and his eye were laughing.
 
I sate alone in my cottage,
  The midnight needle plying;
I feared for my child, for the rush’s light        15
  In the socket now was dying;
 
There came a hand to my lonely latch,
  Like the wind at midnight moaning;
I knelt to pray, but rose again,
  For I heard my little boy groaning.        20
 
I crossed my brow and I crossed my breast,
  But that night my child departed,—
They left a weakling in his stead,
  And I am broken-hearted!
 
O, it cannot be my own sweet boy,        25
  For his eyes are dim and hollow;
My little boy is gone—is gone,
  And his mother soon will follow.
 
The dirge for the dead will be sung for me,
  And the mass be chanted meetly,        30
And I shall sleep with my little boy,
  In the moonlight churchyard sweetly.
 
 
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