Unrealised

Down comes the winter rain -

Spoils my hat and bow -

Runs into the poll of me;

But mother won't know.

We've been out and caught a cold,

Knee-deep in snow;

Such a lucky thing it is

That mother won't know!

Rosy lost herself last night -

Couldn't tell where to go.

Yes - it rather frightened her,

But mother didn't know.

Somebody made Willy drunk

At the Christmas show:

O 'twas fun! It's well for him

That mother won't know!

Howsoever wild we are,

Late at school or slow,

Mother won't be cross with us,

Mother won't know.

How we cried the day she died!

Neighbours whispering low . . .

But we now do what we will -

Mother won't know.

A quote from a Hardy novel

“her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.”  (Tess of the D'Urbervilles)

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