Letty's Globe
Jan. 1st, 2013 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marnanelI found this in an old book today. It may not be the greatest piece of poetry, but it made me smile. (I find L8 hard to scan.)
LETTY'S GLOBE
by Charles Tennyson Turner (1808–1879)
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,
And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colour’d sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peep’d
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d,
And laugh’d and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
But when we turn’d her sweet unlearnèd eye
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry—
"Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!"
And while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.
LETTY'S GLOBE
by Charles Tennyson Turner (1808–1879)
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,
And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colour’d sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peep’d
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d,
And laugh’d and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
But when we turn’d her sweet unlearnèd eye
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry—
"Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!"
And while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.
