GLIMMER.
Reading edition
TO EUNICE.
Ever the witch in a school-girl’s eyes, The toss and the flutter of flaxen hair, The titter, and blush of a rosy cheek, Are calling away from a world of care. Leading the hours with a hop and a skip, Down through a path where the wind-flowers grow, White are the ribbons tied under her chin, White are the ribbons that flutter and blow. Ever the ring of a roguish laugh, The swing of a rope, or a bonnet blue, And a bright little band on a dainty hand, Where twinkles a stone of a ruby hue, Are daring me climb to the highest limb, Or to jump the brook in a wild-fire race, I’m as free and as light as the tail of a kite, And I’ve two pouting lips for a resting place.