The Little People

M Madison Julius Cawein Madison Julius Cawein
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When the lily nods in slumber, And the roses all are sleeping; When the night hangs deep and umber, And the stars their watch are keeping; When the clematis uncloses Like a hand of snowy fire, And the golden-lipped primroses, To the tiger-moths' desire, Each a mouth of musk unpuckers Silken pouts of scented sweetness, That they sip with honey-suckers; Shod with hush and winged with fleetness, You may see the Little People, 'Round and 'round the drowsy steeple Of a belfried hollyhock, Clothed in phlox and four-o'clock, Gay of gown and pantaloon, Dancing by the glimmering moon, Till the cock, the long-necked cock, Crows them they must vanish soon. II. When the cobweb is a cradle For the dreaming dew to sleep in; And each blossom is a ladle That the perfumed rain lies deep in; When the gleaming fireflies scribble Darkness as with lines flame-tragic, And the night seems some dim sibyl Speaking gold, or wording magic Silent-syllabled and golden; Capped with snapdragon and hooded With the sweet-pea, vague-beholden, You may see the Little People, Underneath the sleepy steeple Of a towering mullen-stock, Trip it over moss and rock To the owlet's elvish tune And the tree-toad's gnome bassoon, Till the cock, the barnyard cock, Crows them they must vanish soon. III. When the wind upon the water Seems a boat of ray and ripple, That some fairy moonbeam daughter Steers with sails that drift and dripple; When the sound of grig and cricket, Ever singing, ever humming, Seems a goblin in the thicket On his elfin viol strumming; When the toadstool, coned and milky, Heaves a roof for snails to clamber; Thistledown- and milkweed-silky, With loose locks of jade and amber, You may see the Little People, Underneath the pixy steeple Of a doméd mushroom, flock, Quaint in wildflower vest and frock, Whirling by the waning moon To the whippoorwill's weird tune, Till the cock, the far-off cock, Crows them they must vanish soon.

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