“Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. I know the realms where people say The flowers have not their fellow; I know where they shine out like suns, The crimson and the yellow. I know where ladies live enchained In luxury's silken fetters, And flowers as bright as glittering gems Are used for written letters. But ne'er was flower so fair as this, In modern days or olden; It groweth on its nodding stem Like to a garland golden.” PeopleKnowsUsedLyingSunWrittenModernPoetFlowerSummerFairsLettersFellowsShiningDearAncientGoldenLuxuryRealmsYellowStemJulyGemsFettersModern DayCrimsonGarlandsBroomsNoddingSummer Days Author:Mary Howitt
“I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self in face and limb, And father's heart is strong in him. Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands.” KnowsHeartChildrenSelfHandsFacesFatherStrongHeavenLaughingBabyBlessLimbsMerryCrowThreshold Author:Mary Howitt
