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Lock his chamber door;

And upon the stair

All is hushed and still,

And the last wheel

Is silent in the square;

And the nurses snore,

And the dim sheets rise and fall,

And the lamplight's on the wall,

And the mouse is on the floor;

And the curtains of my bed

Are like a heavy cloud,

And the clock ticks loud,

And sounds are in my head;

And little Lizzie sleeps

Softly at my side,

It opens, it opens,

With a yearning strong and wide!

It yearns in my breast,

It utters no cry,

'Tis famished, 'tis famished,

And I feel that I shall die,

I feel that I shall die,

And none will know why.

Tho' the pleasant life is dancing round and round,

And singing about me so cheerly,

With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird,

And ho but I love thee dearly!"

Sydney Dobell

52

"Oh! call my brother back to me,

I cannot play alone;

The summer comes with flower and bee—

Where is my brother gone?

"The butterfly is glancing bright

Across the sunbeam's track;

I care not now to chase its flight—

Oh! call my brother back.