Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward


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Just before you came,
There stole into the air
A thought without a name.

Such a pretty thought!
Shy, and faint, and fair,--
I wish I could have caught

It when it came,
And brought it unto you;
You would have found its name!

But when I turned, and would
Have gathered it for you,
And clasped it where it stood,

It shook me out a pair
Of unseen little wings,
And vanished in the air.

Do you like to hear
Such foolish little things?
Ah, truly,--tell me, dear!

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