bring me rainbow ribbons
and a band of blue,
bring me threads of silver
from the moonbeams’ hue.
bring a pure cloud fleecy,
snatch a sunbeam bright,
tints from twilight evenings,
matchless and just right,
to mate with all her beauty.
these amassed will make the dreams
tender, pure and holy
of a girl just turned thirteen.
bring me rainbow ribbons
from the sunset too
then a white tho’t from the angels
who are holding hands with you.
bring the rosebud’s fragrance
and the apple blossom’s bloom
the hushed voice from the morning
then leave a little room,{29}
for a thousand transient colors
from a god’s infinite dream
and you’ll have the soul and fancies
of a girl just turned thirteen.
