THE LITTLE WIND

Marlborough Express, Volume XLIV, Issue 221, 24 September 1910, Page 6

THE LITTLE WIND

The little wind a gossip is, Her skirts are full of mysteries, She lingered by my casement and she whispered to the rose, •And all the silly butterflies Are trying to look old and wise, And blink their goggle eyes at me* like self--admiring beaux ! The little wind a wanton is, She has no sense of decencies, She never keeps a secret, but tells everything she knows. She pauses to caress you, Her little fingers press you, And when she's learned your secret

she tells it as bhe goes. The little wind a traitor is, O, yield not to h&r witcheries! ■ Bui keep your heart well hidden when you feel her coming near.. She is like velvet on your face, Her kisses have a piercing grace, And then she rung and' tells the birds what you have let her hear. The little wind a gossip is, Her skirts are full of mysteries, She stopped and kissed me on her way, and learned what I hold dear. And all the birds are singing it, And all the bees are bringing it. And in the heart of every flower it's blooming, plain and clear! 1 1 —Louise Driscoll. I

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