EUGENE FIELD



LITTLE BOY BLUE


A VALENTINE TO MY WIFE







LITTLE BOY BLUE



The Little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And the musket moulds in his hands..

Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there..



"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys..

And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue..
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!..



Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place..
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face..

And they wonder, as waiting
the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there...





 

 

A VALENTINE TO MY WIFE



Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken..
The love my dying lips shall speak..

Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward very)
The genuine article's expressed.

You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine..



What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?..
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"..

And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come..

So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?...




 

EUGENE FIELD








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