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I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See
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I asked the little boy who cannot see,
"And what is colour like?"
"Why, green," said he,
"Is like the rustle when the wind blows through
The forest; running water, that is blue;
And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink
Is like the smell of roses; and I think
That purple must be like a thunderstorm;
And yellow is like something soft and warm;
And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie
And dream."
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Narcissa
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Some of the girls are playing Jack's.
Some are playing ball
But small Narcissa is not playing
Anything at all
Small Narcissa sits upon
A brick in her back yard
And looks at tiger lilies,
And shakes her pigtails hard.
First she is an ancient queen
In pomp and purple veil.
Soon she is a singing wind.
And , next, a Nightingale.
How fine to be Narcissa,
A changing like all that !
While sitting still, as still, as still
As anyone ever sat!
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