From the Cradle.

They tell me I was born a long1
Three months ago,2
But whether they are right or wrong3
I hardly know.4
I sleep, I smile, I cannot crawl,5
But I can cry6
At present I am rather small7
A babe am I.8
The changing lights of sun and shade9
Are baby toys ;10
The flowers and birds are not afraid11
Of baby-boys.12
Some day I’ll wish that I could be13
A bird and fly ;14
At present I can’t wish—you see15
A babe am I.16