Scottish Poetry Selection
- A Child-Wish

Here is a simple Walter Wingate poem with an unusual rhyming pattern.


A Child-Wish

Teach me flowers: and in the dell,
When I know them really well,
I shall think that every bell
Nods to me.

Teach me birds: and when I go
Where their singing arbours grow
I shall hear a voice I know
Sing to me.

Teach me stars: and from the sky,
Dark and lonely when I lie,
I shall feel a friendly eye
Watching me.

How I wish that things so sweet
Could, like children when we meet
With our nurses down the street,
Speak to me!

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