See, what a wonderful garden is here, <br />Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! <br />Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown - <br />Search ye the country and hunt ye the town <br />And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer <br />As this one I've made for my Little-Oh-Dear! <br /> <br />Marigolds white and buttercups blue, <br />Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew, <br />The cactus that trails over trellis and wall, <br />Roses and pansies and violets - all <br />Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer <br />When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear. <br /> <br />And up at the top of that lavender-tree <br />A silver-bird singeth as only can she; <br />For, ever and only, she singeth the song <br />"I love you - I love you!" the happy day long; - <br />Then the echo - the echo that smiteth me here! <br />"I love you, I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear! <br /> <br />The garden may wither, the silver-bird fly - <br />But what careth my little precious, or I? <br />From her pathway of flowers that in spring time upstart <br />She walketh the tenderer way in my heart <br />And, oh, it is always the summer-time here <br />With that song of "I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-oh-dear/
