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THE UNWRITTEN SONG by FORD MADOX FORD

First Line: NOW WHERE'S A SONG FOR OUR SMALL DEAR
Last Line: AND HUSH HERSELF TO SLEEP?
Subject(s): SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;
NOW where's a song for our small dear,
With her quaint voice and her quick ear,
To sing—for gnats and bats to hear—
At twilight in her bed?
A song of tiny elfin things
With shiny, silky, silvery wings,
Footing it in fairy rings,
And kissing overhead.

A song of starry glow-worms' lights
In the long grass of shadowy nights,
And flitting showers of firefly flights,
Where summer woods hang deep;
Of hovering, noiseless owls that find
Their way at dark; and of a kind
And drowsy, drowsy ocean wind
That puts the sea to sleep.

@3But where's the song for our small dear,
With her quaint voice and her quick ear,
To sing—for dreamland things to hear—
And hush herself to sleep?@1



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