Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)
Hide and Seek
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill; Through the noonday silence, down the woods of June, Hark, a little hunter’s voice comes running with a tune. ”Hide and seek! ”When I speak, ”You must answer me: ”Call again, ”Merry men, ”Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!” Now I hear his footsteps, rustling through the grass: Hidden in my leafy nook, shall I let him pass? Just a low, soft whistle,--quick the hunter turns, Leaps upon me laughing, rolls me in the ferns. ”Hold him fast, ”Caught at last! ”Now you’re it, you see. ”Hide your eye, ”Till I cry, ”Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!” II Long ago he left me, long and long ago: Now I wander through the world and seek him high and low; Hidden safe and happy, in some pleasant place,-- Ah, if I could hear his voice, I soon should find his face. Far away, Many a day, Where can Barney be? Answer, dear, Don’t you hear? Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee! Birds that in the spring-time thrilled his heart with joy, Flowers he loved to pick for me, mind me of my boy. Surely he is waiting till my steps come nigh; Love may hide itself awhile, but love can never die. Heart, be glad, The little lad Will call some day to thee: ”Father dear, ”Heaven is here, ”Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!”
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