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On such a night, or such a night, / Would anybody care / If such a little figure / Slipped quiet from its chair,
So quiet, oh, how quiet!
That nobody might know / But that the little figure / Rocked softer, to and fro?
On such a dawn, or such a dawn, / Would anybody sigh / That such a little figure / Too sound asleep did lie
For chanticleer to wake it, -- / Or stirring house below, / Or giddy bird in orchard, / Or early task to do?
There was a little figure plump / For every little knoll, / Busy needles, and spools of thread, / And trudging feet from school.
Playmates, and holidays, and nuts, / And visions vast and small.
Strange that the feet so precious charged / Should reach so small a goal!