DAISY AND DOLLY.

eneath the poplars' leafy screen The shade is cool and sweet, Where Daisy sits like any queen— The sunbeams kiss her feet, Steal round the border of her dress, And one white dimpled arm caress. She holds her dainty parasol Above her playmate's head, Lest the hot sun should touch her doll, And fade the lovely red In dolly's rosy cheek that lies, Or dim her beautiful blue eyes. She weaves a pretty dream, I know, All in the garden shady, How dolly was, long, long ago, A little fairy lady, And held her court on a green, green knoll, Ere she became a mortal doll. She thinks her blue-eyed pet knows all The solemn words she speaks, And feels the kisses soft that fall Upon her mouth and cheeks: And often when I see the two I wish I were the doll—don't you?

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