Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Charles Tennyson Turner. 18081879693. Letty’s Globe
WHEN Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year, | |
And her young artless words began to flow, | |
One day we gave the child a colour’d sphere | |
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, | |
By tint and outline, all its sea and land. | 5 |
She patted all the world; old empires peep’d | |
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand | |
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d, | |
And laugh’d and prattled in her world-wide bliss; | |
But when we turn’d her sweet unlearnèd eye | 10 |
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry— | |
‘Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!’ | |
And while she hid all England with a kiss, | |
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair. |