Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
The Pond
And I told the boy next door What Jack Frost had done; and he Said, "Ah shucks! that's nothing; see? I have seen all that before. You just come along with me; I will show you something more." And he took me to a lot Where there was a shallow pool; And this pool was frozen; full Of the slickest ice. I got On it, but he said, "You fool! It will break. You'd better not." And right then it broke. O my! In I went above my knees. Thought that I would surely freeze. Old Jack Frost just caught me by Both my legs; began to squeeze; And then I began to cry. I just helloed, and the boy Helloed too; until a man, With a dinner-pail or can, Heard us, and cried out, "Ahoy! What 've you run into?" Then ran Till he got there, to our joy. He just took me round the waist, Lifted me as easy; so; Then he said, "I think, by Joe! You two boys were both in haste To go skating, don't you know? Better wait till summer's chased. "Where you live, eh?" And I told. "Well, we'll have to hurry. Come. Old Jack Frost has nipped my thumb. I shall have an awful cold; And suppose that you'll have some. Can't be helped. Hope Ma won't scold. "My! but you're a mighty fine Little boy! Remind me of One at home my own I love. Eyes just like yours clear as wine. There now! I have lost my glove. You're just like that boy of mine. "Wish he knew you. Got blue eyes Same as yours and same brown hair. But he's crippled. Has a chair Where he sits all day, or lies. 'He's our only love and care' So his mother says, then cries. "Here's your street and here's your home. Run 'long to your mother. Then I'll be seeing you again. So long. Hope the day will come My boy'll be like you young men, Straight and strong and mettlesome." Then he went and, man alive! I felt sorrier for that man With his battered dinner-can, And his crippled boy, than I've Ever felt. And I began Crying; and then made a dive For the back-door. Won't forget All the fuss there: first they told Mother, and how she did scold! Father said, "This getting wet Will, I'm sure, give you a cold." But I have n't had it yet.
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