LITTLE BOY BLUE
by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)
- HE little
toy dog is covered with dust,
- But sturdy and stanch he stands;
- And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
- And his musket moulds in his hands.
- Time was when the little toy dog was new,
- And the soldier was passing fair;
- And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
- Kissed them and put them there.
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- "Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
- "And don't you make any noise!"
- So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
- He dreamt of the pretty toys;
- And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
- Awakened our Little Boy Blue--
- Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
- But the little toy friends are true!
-
- Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
- Each in the same old place,
- Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
- The smile of a little face;
- And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
- In the dust of that little chair,
- What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
- Since he kissed them and put them there.
"Little Boy Blue" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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