Mary E Burt

Poems Every Child Should Know Mary E Burt

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strongThat it can follow the flight of song?Long, long afterward, in an oakI found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry W. Longfellow."Her face is like an angel's face, I'm glad she has no wings."Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, Nae stockin' on her feet; Her supple ankles white as snaw, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress o' sprinkled pink, Her double, dimplit chin, Her puckered lips, and baumy mou', With na ane tooth within. Her een sae like her mither's een, Twa gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face: We're glad she has nae wings. Jeremiah Ea