Many A Mickle
A little sound - - Only a little, a little - - The breath in a reed, A trembling fiddle; A trumpet's ring, The shuddering drum; So all the glory, bravery, hush Of music come. A little sound - - Only a stir and a sigh Of each green leaf Its fluttering neighbor by; Oak on to oak, The wide dark forest through - - So o'er the watery wheeling world The night winds go. A little sound, Only a little, a little - - The thin high drone Of the simmering kettle, The gathering frost, The click of needle and thread; Mother, the fading wall, the dream, The drowsy bed.
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