some of the girl are playing jacks
some are playing ball
But small Narcissa is not playing
Anything at
Small Narcissa sits upon
A brick in her back yard
And looks at tiger-lilies,
And shakes her pigtails
First she is an ancient queen
In pomp and purple
Soon she is a singing wind
And,next,a nightingale
How fine to be Narcissa,
A changing like all that!
While sitting still,as still,as still
As anyone ever