I Love It
Dublin Core
Title
I Love It
Description
I love it—I love it—the laugh of a child,
Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild,
Ringing out on the air with its innocent gush,
Like the thrill of a bird at the twilight's soft hush;
Floating off on the breeze like the tones of a bell,
Or the music that dwells in the heart of a shell.
Oh! the laugh of a child, so wild and so free,
Is the merriest sound in the world for me.
Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild,
Ringing out on the air with its innocent gush,
Like the thrill of a bird at the twilight's soft hush;
Floating off on the breeze like the tones of a bell,
Or the music that dwells in the heart of a shell.
Oh! the laugh of a child, so wild and so free,
Is the merriest sound in the world for me.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:2, p. 3
Date
8.10.1861
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “I Love It,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/705.
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