The Beginning

The Beginning by Sarah Noble Ives

Dawn breaks over a hill-top cradle where the infant Dorothy lies, mist veiling the distant valley and the Shining Way that other children travel toward hours of play she has yet to know. Sweet, strange voices crowd around her swinging cradle; she imagines them formed of the shimmering white she sees upon the grass, unable yet to distinguish a dew-drop from a passing bobolink, or to grasp the many other things around her.

By Sarah Noble Ives · Genre: Poetry, Children's Literature, Fantasy · 133 words

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Here is the beginning of the road; / And it's morning on the hill-top in the sky; / And there's mist across the valley to hide the Shining Way, / That's full of other children and happy hours of play, / Where Dorothy will travel by and by.

The air is full of voices strange and sweet, / That crowd around her cradle as it swings. / She thinks they're made of something white that shimmers on the grass, / For she doesn't know a dew-drop from the bobolinks that pass, / And she doesn't know a host of other things.

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infancy · innocence · awakening · dawn · cradle · mystery · mist · pastoral · journey · nature · wonder · anticipation

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