Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Little Blue Hood

Every morning and every night
   There passes our window near the street,
A little girl with an eye so bright,
   And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet!
The daintiest, jauntiest little miss
That ever any one longed to kiss,

She is neat as wax, and fresh to view,
   And her look is wholesome, and clean, and good.
Whatever her gown, her hood is blue,
   And so we call her our “Little Blue Hood,”
For we know not the name of the dear little lass,
But we call to each other to see her pass,

“Little Blue Hood is coming now!”
   And we watch from the window while she goes by,
She has such a bonny, smooth, white brow,
   And a fearless look in her long-lashed eye!
And a certain dignity wedded to grace
Seems to envelop her form and face.

Every morning, in sun or rain,
   She walks by the window with sweet, grave air,
And never guesses behind the pane
   We two are watching and thinking her fair;
Lovingly watching her down the street,
Dear little Blue Hood, bright and sweet.

Somebody ties that hood of blue
   Under the face so fair to see,
Somebody loves her, beside we two,
   Somebody kisses her-why can’t we?
Dear Little Blue Hood fresh and fair,
Are you glad we love you, or don’t you care?

1. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
2. Behold the Earth
3. The Birth of the Orchid
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

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