Within an English village yesterday <br />I came upon a little child at play. <br />I lingered by to watch the baby game, <br />And heard some voice call gently on her name. <br />Sweet she replied. How leaped my heart to hear <br />The pretty notes, the accent ever dear, <br />Shy as the wind soft singing from the South! <br />I, hungry, kissed the brogue upon her mouth.<br /><br />Dora Sigerson Shorter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nora-2/
