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, Wiiil Will She She Come Come To In Me,...
If you break your plaything yourself , dear , Don ' t you cry for it all the same ?
I don't think it is such a comfort , One has only oneself to blame . People say tilings cannot be helped , dear ,
But then that is the reason why ; For if things could be helped or altered ,
One would never sit down to cry : They say , too , that tears are quite useless ,
To undo , amend , or restore , — When I think how useless , my Effie , Then my tears only fall the more .
All to-day I struggled against it , But that does not make sorrow cease ,
And now , dear , it is _sxich a blessing To be able to cry in peace . Though wise people would call that folly ,
And remonstrate with grave surprise ; - We won't mind what they say , my Efne ,
We never professed to be wise . But my comforter knows a lesson ,
Wiser , truer than all the rest , That to help and to heal a sorrow , Love and silence are always best .
Well—who is my comforter ?—tell me ? Eme smilesbut she will not speak
Or look up throug , h , the long curled lashes , That are shading her rosy cheek .
Is she thinking of talking fishes , The-blue bird , or magical tree ?—
Perhaps I am thinking , my darling , Of something that never can be . You long—don't you , dear?—for the genii
Who were slaves of lamps and of rings ; And I—I am sometimes afraid , dear ,
I want as impossible things . But hark ! there is Nurse calling Eme !
It is bedtime , so run away ; And I must go back , or the others
Will be wondering why I stay . So good night to my darling Efiie ;
Keep happy , sweetheart , and grow wise : — There's one kiss for her golden tresses And two for her sleepy eyes .