NEveER a hint of a sky that is
blue,
Only between those trees:
\ i “Does God make skies ever,
i Nursey dear, _
‘ ‘«\ — Any bigger than these?

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Never a rush down a grassy
slope
Fragrant and sweet :
“Do flowers ever grow just for nothing
Right at our feet?”

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Never a gay tumble in haymow,

To find new eggs:
“ Do hens grow hanging at the butcher-man’s
Down by their legs?”

Never a sweet new bowl of milk
On flat door-stone :

“ Shall I always sit by the nursery table
Eating alone?”

Never a chippering, rollicking note
Of bird or bee:

“ The canary is drefful stupid, an’ he
Won't sing to me.”

Never a sleep so dewy and fresh
In cool green shade:

“ Must I always and ever get into this bed
You've just made?”