Dora Sigerson Shorter,
I Saw Children Playing
(1918)
“ Came a voice low calling, calling me to come To my lonely sleeping, leaving work and play. With sad, mournful glances do I look to see If a heart should loving pause and turn aside From the happy circles and then come to me, Sighing, “Do not leave us—still with us abide.” No! they still are playing, chatting in a ring, Eager voices seeking other games to know. ”
