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Jewett's PoemsA LOST DOLL.
SARAH O. JEWETT
The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
And wish the sun would shine;
The clouds are gray, the wind is cold.
"Where is that doll of mine?
The dark is coming fast," said she.
"I'm in a dreadful fright.
I don't know where I left my doll,
And she'll be out all night."Twice up and down the garden-walks
I looked; but she's not there.
Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;
I've hunted everywhere.
I must have left her out of doors;
But she is not in sight.
No dolly in the summer-house,
And she'll be out all night."The dew will wet her through and through
And spoil her dear best dress;
And she will wonder where I am
And be in such distress!
The dogs may find her in the grass,
And bark or even bite;
And all the bugs will frighten her
That fly about at night."I've not been down into the woods
Or by the brook to-day.
I'm sure I had her in my arms
When I came out to play,
Just after dinner; then, I know,
I watched Tom make his kite.
Will anybody steal my doll
If she stays out all night?"I wonder where Papa has gone?
Why, here he comes; and see!
He's bringing something in his hand.
That's Dolly, certainly!
And so you found her in the chaise,
And brought her home all right?
I'll take her to the baby-house.
I'm glad she's home to-night."
Note"A Lost Doll" appeared in The Independent (28:25) September 28, 1876.
Edited by Terry Heller, Coe College.
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