I love you soo very much my Sweetie Pie you will be miss sooo very much. I love you forever, mommie`s girl
I Did Not Die
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Little Daylight > > Once there was a beautiful palace, which had a great wood at one > side. The king and his courtiers hunted in the wood near the palace, > and there it was kept open, free from underbrush. But farther away it > grew wilder and wilder, till at last it was so thick that nobody knew > what was there. It was a very great wood indeed. > > In the wood lived eight fairies. Seven of them were good fairies, who > had lived there always; the eighth was a bad fairy, who had just > come. And the worst of it was that nobody but the other fairies knew > she WAS a fairy; people thought she was just an ugly old witch. The > good fairies lived in the dearest little houses! One lived in a > hollow silver birch, one in a little moss cottage, and so on. But the > bad fairy lived in a horrid mud house in the middle of a dark swamp. > > Now when the first baby was born to the king and queen, her father > and mother decided to name her "Daylight," because she was so bright > and sweet. And of course they had a christening party. And of COURSE > they invited the fairies, because the good fairies had always been at > the christening party when a princess was born in the palace, and > everybody knew that they brought good gifts. > > But, alas, no one knew about the swamp fairy, and she was not > invited,--which really pleased her, because it gave her an excuse for > doing something mean. > > The good fairies came to the christening party, and, one after > another, five of them gave little Daylight good gifts. The other two > stood among the guests, so that no one noticed them. The swamp fairy > thought there were no more of them; so she stepped forward, just as > the archbishop was handing the baby back to the lady-in-waiting. > > "I am just a little deaf," she said, mumbling a laugh with her > toothless gums. "Will your reverence tell me the baby's name again?" > > "Certainly, my good woman," said the bishop; "the infant is little > Daylight." > > "And little Daylight it shall be, forsooth," cried the bad fairy. "I > decree that she shall sleep all day." Then she laughed a horrid > shrieking laugh, "He, he, hi, hi!" > > Everyone looked at everyone else in despair, but out stepped the > sixth good fairy, who by arrangement with her sisters had remained in > the background to undo what she could of any evil that the swamp > fairy might decree. > > "Then at least she shall wake all night," she said, sadly. > > "Ah!" screamed the swamp fairy, "you spoke before I had finished, > which is against the law, and gives me another chance." All the > fairies started at once to say, "I beg your pardon!" But the bad > fairy said, "I had only laughed `he, he!' and `hi, hi!' I had still > `ho, ho!' and `hu, hu!' to laugh." > > The fairies could not gainsay this, and the bad fairy had her other > chance. She said,-- > > "Since she is to wake all night, I decree that she shall wax and wane > with the moon! Ho, ho, hu, hu!" > > Out stepped the seventh good fairy. "Until a prince shall kiss her > without knowing who she is," she said, quickly. > > The swamp fairy had been prepared for the trick of keeping back one > good fairy, but she had not suspected it of two, and she could not > say a word, for she had laughed "ho, ho!" and "hu, hu!" > > The poor king and queen looked sad enough. "We don't know what you > mean," they said to the good fairy who had spoken last. But the good > fairy smiled. "The meaning of the thing will come with the thing," > she said. > > That was the end of the party, but it was only the beginning of the > trouble. Can you imagine what a queer household it would be, where > the baby laughed and crowed all night, and slept all day? Little > Daylight was as merry and bright all night as any baby in the world, > but with the first sign of dawn she fell asleep, and slept like a > little dormouse till dark. Nothing could waken her while day lasted. > Still, the royal family got used to this; but the rest of the bad > fairy's gift was a great deal worse,--that about waxing and waning > with the moon. You know how the moon grows bigger and brighter each > night, from the time it is a curly silver thread low in the sky till > it is round and golden, flooding the whole sky with light? That is > the waxing moon. Then, you know, it wanes; it grows smaller and paler > again, night by night, till at last it disappears for a while, > altogether. Well, poor little Daylight waxed and waned with it. She > was the rosiest, plumpest, merriest baby in the world when the moon > was at the full; but as it began to wane her little cheeks grew > paler, her tiny hands thinner, with every night, till she lay in her > cradle like a shadow-baby, without sound or motion. At first they > thought she was dead, when the moon disappeared, but after some > months they got used to this too, and only waited eagerly for the new > moon, to see her revive. When it shone again, faint and silver, on > the horizon, the baby stirred weakly, and then they fed her gently; > each night she grew a little better, and when the moon was near the > full again, she was again a lively, rosy, lovely child. > > So it went on till she grew up. She grew to be the most beautiful > maiden the moon ever shone on, and everyone loved her so much, for > her sweet ways and her merry heart, that someone was always planning > to stay up at night, to be near her. But she did not like to be > watched, especially when she felt the bad time of waning coming on; > so her ladies-in-waiting had to be very careful. When the moon waned > she became shrunken and pale and bent, like an old, old woman, worn > out with sorrow. Only her golden hair and her blue eyes remained > unchanged, and this gave her a terribly strange look. At last, as the > moon disappeared, she faded away to a little, bowed, old creature, > asleep and helpless. > > No wonder she liked best to be alone! She got in the way of wandering > by herself in the beautiful wood, playing in the moonlight when she > was well, stealing away in the shadows when she was fading with the > moon. Her father had a lovely little house of roses and vines built > for her, there. It stood at the edge of a most beautiful open glade, > inside the wood, where the moon shone best. There the princess lived > with her ladies. And there she danced when the moon was full. But > when the moon waned, her ladies often lost her altogether, so far did > she wander; and sometimes they found her sleeping under a great tree, > and brought her home in their arms. > > When the princess was about seventeen years old, there was a > rebellion in a kingdom not far from her father's. Wicked nobles > murdered the king of the country and stole his throne, and would have > murdered the young prince, too, if he had not escaped, dressed in > peasant's clothes. > > Dressed in his poor rags, the prince wandered about a long time, till > one day he got into a great wood, and lost his way. It was the wood > where the Princess Daylight lived, but of course he did not know > anything about that nor about her. He wandered till night, and then > he came to a queer little house. One of the good fairies lived there, > and the minute she saw him she knew all about everything; but to him > she looked only like a kind old woman. She gave him a good supper and > a bed for the night, and told him to come back to her if he found no > better place for the next night. But the prince said he must get out > of the wood at once; so in the morning he took leave of the fairy. > > All day long he walked, and walked; but at nightfall he had not found > his way out of the wood, so he lay down to rest till the moon should > rise and light his path. > > When he woke the moon was glorious; it was three days from the full, > and bright as silver. By its light he saw what he thought to be the > edge of the wood, and he hastened toward it. But when he came to it, > it was only an open space, surrounded with trees. It was so very > lovely, in the white moonlight, that the prince stood a minute to > look. And as he looked, something white moved out of the trees on the > far side of the open space. It was something slim and white, that > swayed in the dim light like a young birch. > > "It must be a moon fairy," thought the prince; and he stepped into > the shadow. > > The moon fairy came nearer and nearer, dancing and swaying in the > moonlight. And as she came, she began to sing a soft, gay little > song. > > But when she was quite close, the prince saw that she was not a fairy > after all, but a real human maiden,--the loveliest maiden he had ever > seen. Her hair was like yellow corn, and her smile made all the place > merry. Her white gown fluttered as she danced, and her little song > sounded like a bird note. > > The prince watched her till she danced out of sight, and then until > she once more came toward him; and she seemed so like a moon- beam > herself, as she lifted her face to the sky, that he was almost afraid > to breathe. He had never seen anything so lovely. By the time she had > danced twice round the circle, he could think of nothing in the world > except the hope of finding out who she was, and staying near her. > > But while he was waiting for her to appear the third time, his > weariness overcame him, and he fell asleep. And when he awoke, it was > broad day, and the beautiful maiden had vanished. > > He hunted about, hoping to find where she lived, and on the other > side of the glade he came upon a lovely little house, covered with > moss and climbing roses. He thought she must live there, so he went > round to the kitchen door and asked the kind cook for a drink of > water, and while he was drinking it he asked who lived there. She > told him it was the house of the Princess Daylight, but she told him > nothing else about her, because she was not allowed to talk about her > mistress. But she gave him a very good meal and told him other > things. > > He did not go back to the little old woman who had been so kind to > him first, but wandered all day in the wood, waiting for the > moontime. Again he waited at the edge of the dell, and when the white > moon was high in the heavens, once more he saw the glimmering in the > distance, and once more the lovely maiden floated toward him. He knew > her name was the Princess Daylight, but this time she seemed to him > much lovelier than before. She was all in blue like the blue of the > sky in summer. (She really was more lovely, you know, because the > moon was almost at the full.) All night he watched her, quite > forgetting that he ought not to be doing it, till she disappeared on > the opposite side of the glade. Then, very tired, he found his way to > the little old woman's house, had breakfast with her, and fell fast > asleep in the bed she gave him. > > The fairy knew well enough by his face that he had seen Daylight, and > when he woke up in the evening and started off again she gave him a > strange little flask and told him to use it if ever he needed it. > > This night the princess did not appear in the dell until midnight, at > the very full of the moon. But when she came, she was so lovely that > she took the prince's breath away. Just think!--she was dressed in a > gown that looked as if it were made of fireflies' wings, em- > broidered in gold. She danced around and around, singing, swaying, > and flitting like a beam of sunlight, till the prince grew quite > dazzled. > > But while he had been watching her, he had not noticed that the sky > was growing dark and the wind was rising. Suddenly there was a clap > of thunder. The princess danced on. But another clap came louder, and > then a sudden great flash of lightning that lit up the sky from end > to end. The prince couldn't help shutting his eyes, but he opened > them quickly to see if Daylight was hurt. Alas, she was lying on the > ground. The prince ran to her, but she was already up again. > > "Who are you?" she said. > > "I thought," stammered the prince, "you might be hurt." > > "There is nothing the matter. Go away." > > The prince went sadly. > > "Come back," said the princess. The prince came. "I like you, you do > as you are told. Are you good?" > > "Not so good as I should like to be," said the prince. > > "Then go and grow better," said the princess.
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