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.