WE ARE SEVEN.
"My stockings there I often knit,
"My sister and my brother,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
"Sisters and brothers, little maid,
"In bed she moaning lay,
I met a little cottage girl,
"And then she went away.
What should it know of death?
"And where are they, I pray you tell?"
"And he lies by her side."
"My brother John and I.
The little Maiden did reply,
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"Together round her grave we played,
"O Master! we are seven."
"Yet you are seven; I pray you tell
"When it is light and fair,
"And when the ground was white with snow,
"I sit and sing to them.
That lightly draws its breath,
"Dwell near them with my mother."
"But they are dead; those two are dead!
"Two of us in the church-yahttp://www.99lib.netrd lie,
"And in the church-yard cottage, I
"And two are gone to sea,
And wondering looked at me.
"If they two are in Heaven?"
"The ?rst that died was little Jane;
"Sweet Maid, how this may be?"
WE ARE SEVEN.
And feels its life in every limb,
"And I could run and slide,
"And all the summer dry,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
"You say that
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"You run about, my little maid,
"Then ye are only ?ve."
"So in the church-yard she was laid,
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
"If two are in the church-yard laid,
"And eat my supper there.
Then did the little Maid reply,
And she was wildly clad;
"And two of us at Conway dwell,
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"How many may you be?"
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A simple child, dear brother Jim,
"How many are you then," said I,
That clusterd round her head.
"Till God released her of her pain,
"Their spirits are in heaven!"
"My kerchief there I hem;
"How many? seven in all," she said,
"And often after sunset, Sir,
"I take my little porringer,
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
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Her eyes were fair, and very fair,
The little Maid replied,
"Your limbs they are alive;
--Her beauty made me glad.
"Twelve steps or more from my mothers door,
"Beneath the church-yard tree."
"My brother John was forced to go,
"And two are gone to sea.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
The little Maid would have her will,
Her hair was thick with many a curl
She was eight years old, she said;