A CHANGELING GRATEFUL
by: Josephine Preston Peabody
(1874-1922)
 ERE they
give me greeting,
House me warm within,
Break their bread and share it
With the heart of kin.
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- Here the ruddy hearth-light
- Singes not a moth,
Gives a summer welcome
As a red rose doth.
- I would leave a gift here
If I might: not I!--
Like a homeless laughter,
Vagrant wind gone by.
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- But while I am a glow-worm
I will shine and stay:
When I am a shadow…
I will creep away.
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"A Changeling Grateful"
is reprinted from An American Anthology, 1787–1900.
Ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1900. |
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