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Green Glass Beads

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by Jacqueline Wilson


  She work’d for the Poor,

  Till her fingers were sore;

  This pious Old Woman of Leeds.

  Anon.

  LOVE

  The Janitor’s Boy

  Oh I’m in love with the janitor’s boy,

  And the janitor’s boy loves me;

  He’s going to hunt for a desert isle

  In our geography.

  A desert isle with spicy trees

  Somewhere near Sheepshead Bay;

  A right nice place, just fit for two

  Where we can live alway.

  Oh I’m in love with the janitor’s boy,

  He’s busy as he can be;

  And down in the cellar he’s making a raft

  Out of an old scttee.

  He’ll carry me off, I know that he will,

  For his hair is exceedingly red;

  And the only thing that occurs to me

  Is to dutifully shiver in bed.

  The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,

  For my parents I hate to annoy:

  ‘I have flown away to an isle in the bay

  With the janitor’s red-haired boy.’

  Nathalia Crane

  Romance

  I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

  Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

  I will make a palace fit for you and me,

  Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

  I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,

  Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,

  And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white

  In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

  And this shall be for music when no one else is near,

  The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!

  That only I remember, that only you admire,

  Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

  Robert Louis Stevenson

  Expecting Visitors

  I heard you were coming and

  Thrum thrum thrum

  Went something in my heart like a

  Drum drum drum.

  I briskly walked down the

  Street street street

  To buy lovely food for us to

  Eat eat eat.

  I cleaned the house and filled it with

  Flowers flowers flowers

  And asked the sun to drink up the

  Showers showers showers.

  Steadily purring

  Thrum, thrum, thrum

  Went the drum in my heart because

  You’d come, come, come.

  Jenny Joseph

  The Twelve Days of Christmas

  On the first day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  A partridge in a pear tree

  On the second day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the third day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the fourth day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the fifth day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the sixth day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the seventh day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  On the eighth day of Christmas,

  my true love sent to me:

  Eight maids a-milking

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  And a partridge in a pear tree

  On the ninth day of Christmas,

  my true love sent to me:

  Nine ladies dancing

  Eight maids a-milking

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  And a partridge in a pear tree

  On the tenth day of Christmas,

  my true love sent to me:

  Ten lords a-leaping

  Nine ladies dancing

  Eight maids a-milking

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  And a partridge in a pear tree

  On the eleventh day of Christmas,

  my true love sent to me:

  Eleven pipers piping

  Ten lords a-leaping

  Nine ladies dancing

  Eight maids a-milking

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  And a partridge in a pear tree

  On the twelfth day of Christmas

  my true love sent to me:

  Twelve drummers drumming

  Eleven pipers piping

  Ten lords a-leaping

  Nine ladies dancing

  Eight maids a-milking

  Seven swans a-swimming

  Six geese a-laying

  Five gold rings

  Four calling birds

  Three French hens

  Two turtle doves

  and a partridge in a pear tree

  Anon.

  Dear True Love

  Leaping and dancing

  Means to-ing and fro-ing;

  Drummers and pipers –

  Loud banging and blowing;

  Even a pear tree

  Needs room to grow in.

  Goose eggs and gold top

  When I’m trying to slim?

  And seven swans swimming?

  Where could they swim?

  Mine is a small house,

  Your gifts are grand;

  One ring at a time

  Is enough for this hand.

  Hens, colly birds, doves –

  A gastronome’s treat.

  But love, I did tell you,

  I’ve given up meat.

  Your fairy-tale presents

  Are wasted on me.

  Just send me your love

  And set all the birds free.

  U. A. Fanthorpe

  Indoor Games near Newbury

  In among the silver birches,

  Winding ways of tarmac wander

  And the signs to Bussock Bottom,

  Tussock Wood and Windy Brake,

  Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches

  Catch the lights of our Lagonda

  As we drive to Wendy’s party,

  Lemon curd and Christmas cake

  Rich the makes of motor whirring,

  Past the pine plantation purring

  Come up Hupmobile Delage.

  Short the way our ch
auffeurs travel,

  Crunching over private gravel,

  Each from out his warm garáge.

  O but Wendy, when the carpet

  Yielded to my indoor pumps.

  There you stood, your gold hair streaming,

  Handsome in the hall light gleaming

  There you looked and there you led me

  Off into the game of Clumps

  Then the new Victrola playing;

  And your funny uncle saying

  ‘Choose your partners for a foxtrot!

  Dance until it’s tea o’clock!

  Come on, young ’uns, foot it feetly!’

  Was it chance that paired us neatly?

  I, who loved you so completely.

  You, who pressed me closely to you,

  Hard against your party frock.

  ‘Meet me when you’ve finished eating!’

  So we met and no one found us.

  O that dark and furry cupboard,

  While the rest played hide-and-seek.

  Holding hands our two hearts beating.

  In the bedroom silence round us

  Holding hands and hardly hearing

  Sudden footstep, thud and shriek

  Love that lay too deep for kissing.

  ‘Where is Wendy? Wendy’s missing!’

  Love so pure it had to end.

  Love so strong that I was frighten’d

  When you gripped my fingers tight.

  And hugging, whispered ‘I’m your friend.’

  Goodbye Wendy. Send the fairies,

  Pinewood elf and larch tree gnome.

  Spingle-spangled stars are peeping

  At the lush Lagonda creeping

  Down the winding ways of tarmac

  To the leaded lights of home.

  There among the silver birches,

  All the bells of all the churches

  Sounded in the bath-waste running

  Out into the frosty air.

  Wendy speeded my undressing.

  Wendy is the sheet’s caressing

  Wendy bending gives a blessing.

  Holds me as I drift to dreamland

  Safe inside my slumber-wear.

  John Betjeman

  A Birthday

  My heart is like a singing bird

  Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

  My heart is like an apple-tree

  Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;

  My heart is like a rainbow shell

  That paddles in a halcyon sea;

  My heart is gladder than all these

  Because my love is come to me.

  Raise me a dais of silk and down;

  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

  Carve it in doves, and pomegranates,

  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

  Work it in gold and silver grapes,

  In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys;

  Because the birthday of my life

  Is come, my love is come to me.

  Christina Rossetti

  from The Princess

  Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

  Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

  Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:

  The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

  Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,

  And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

  Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,

  And all thy heart lies open unto me.

  Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

  A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

  Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

  And slips into the bosom of the lake:

  So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

  Into my bosom and be lost in me.

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

  The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

  Come live with me and be my Love,

  And we will all the pleasures prove

  That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

  Woods, or steepy mountains yields.

  And we will sit upon the rocks

  Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

  By shallow rivers, to whose falls

  Melodious birds sing madrigals.

  And I will make thee beds of roses

  And a thousand fragrant posies,

  A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

  Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

  A gown made of the finest wool,

  Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

  Fair linèd slippers for the cold,

  With buckles of the purest gold;

  A belt of straw and ivy buds

  With coral clasps and amber studs;

  And if these pleasures may thee move,

  Come live with me and be my Love.

  The shepherd swains shall dance and sing

  For thy delight each May morning:

  If these delights thy mind may move,

  Then live with me and be my Love.

  Christopher Marlowe

  Love You More

  Do I love you

  to the moon and back?

  No I love you

  more than that

  I love you to the desert sands

  the mountains, stars

  the planets and

  I love you to the deepest sea

  and deeper still

  through history

  Before beyond I love you then

  I love you now

  I’ll love you when

  The sun’s gone out

  the moon’s gone home

  and all the stars are fully grown

  When I no longer say these words

  I’ll give them to the winds, the birds

  so that they will still be heard

  I love you

  James Carter

  How Do I Love Thee?

  How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

  I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

  My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

  For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

  I love thee to the level of every day’s

  Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

  I love thee freely, as men strive for right;

  I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

  I love thee with the passion put to use

  In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

  I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

  With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,

  Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,

  I shall but love thee better after death.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Sally in our Alley

  Of all the girls that are so smart

  There’s none like pretty Sally;

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  There is no lady in the land

  Is half so sweet as Sally;

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  Her father he makes cabbage-nets,

  And through the streets does cry ’em;

  Her mother she sells laces long

  To such as please to buy ’em.

  But sure such folks could ne’er beget

  So sweet a girl as Sally!

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  When she is by, I leave my work,

  I love her so sincerely;

  My master comes like any Turk,

  And bangs me most severely.

  But let him bang his bellyful,

  I’ll bear it all for Sally;

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  Of all the days that’s in the week

  I dearly love but one day,

&n
bsp; And that’s the day that comes betwixt

  A Saturday and Monday;

  For then I’m drest all in my best

  To walk abroad with Sally;

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  My master carries me to church,

  And often am I blamèd

  Because I leave him in the lurch

  As soon as text is namèd.

  I leave the church in sermon-time

  And slink away to Sally;

  She is the darling of my heart,

  And she lives in our alley.

  When Christmas comes about again,

  O, then I shall have money;

  I’ll hoard it up, and box it all,

  I’ll give it to my honey.

  I would it were ten thousand pound,

  I’d give it all to Sally;

 

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