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What Katy Did

What Katy Did

Susan Coolidge

Update: 2020-04-22

TO FIVE.

  • > Six of us once, my darlings, played together
  • >      Beneath green boughs, which faded long ago,
  • > Made merry in the golden summer weather,
  • >      Pelted each other with new-fallen snow.
  • > Did the sun always shine? I can't remember
  • >      A single cloud that dimmed the happy blue,—
  • > A single lightning-bolt or peal of thunder,
  • >      To daunt our bright, unfearing lives: can you?
  • > We quarrelled often, but made peace as quickly,
  • >      Shed many tears, but laughed the while they fell,
  • > Had our small woes, our childish bumps and bruises,
  • >      But Mother always "kissed and made them well."
  • > Is it long since?—it seems a moment only:
  • >      Yet here we are in bonnets and tail-coats,
  • > Grave men of business, members of committees,
  • >      Our play-time ended: even Baby votes!
  • > And star-eyed children, in whose innocent faces
  • >      Kindles the gladness which was once our own,
  • > Crowd round our knees, with sweet and coaxing voices,
  • >      Asking for stories of that old-time home.
  • > "Were  _you_  once little too?" they say, astonished;
  • >      "Did you too play? How funny! tell us how."
  • > Almost we start, forgetful for a moment;
  • >      Almost we answer, "We are little  _now!_  "
  • > Dear friend and lover, whom to-day we christen,
  • >      Forgive such brief bewilderment,—thy true
  • > And kindly hand we hold; we own thee fairest.
  • >      But ah! our yesterday was precious too.
  • > So, darlings, take this little childish story,
  • >      In which some gleams of the old sunshine play,
  • > And, as with careless hands you turn the pages,
  • >      Look back and smile, as here I smile to-day.