WHAT POLLY FOUND IN HER STOCKING

by: Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)

      ITH the first pale glimmer,
      Of the morning red,
      Polly woke delighted
      And flew out of bed.
      To the door she hurried,
      Never stopped for clothes,
      Though Jack Frost's cold fingers
      Nipt her little toes.
      There it hung! the stocking,
      Long and blue and full;
      Down it quickly tumbled
      With a hasty pull.
      Back she capered, laughing,
      Happy little Polly;
      For from out the stocking
      Stared a splendid dolly!
      Next, what most she wanted,
      In a golden nut,
      With a shining thimble,
      Scissors that would cut;
      Then a book all pictures,
      "Children in the Wood."
      And some scarlet mittens
      Like her scarlet hood.
      Next a charming jump-rope,
      New and white and strong;
      (Little Polly's stocking
      Though small was very long,)
      In the heel she fumbled,
      "Something soft and warm,"
      A rainbow ball of worsted
      Which could do no harm.
      In the foot came bon-bons,
      In the toe a ring,
      And some seeds of mignonette
      Ready for the spring.
      There she sat at daylight
      Hugging close dear dolly;
      Eating, looking, laughing,
      Happy little Polly!

"What Polly Found in her Stocking" is reprinted from Merry's Museum, December 1867.

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