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 Wag in the air, as if to say,
 * "Come hither, child, to me!"

Louisa laid her lesson book
 * On the cold window-sill;

And in the sleepy sunshine house
 * Went softly down, until

She stood in the half-opened door,
 * And peeped. But strange to say,

Where Death just now had sunning sat
 * Only a shadow lay:

Just the tall chimney's round-topped cowl,
 * And the small sun behind,

Had with its shadow in the dust
 * Called sleepy Death to mind.

But most she thought how strange it was
 * Two keys that he should bear,

And that, when beckoning, he should wag
 * The littlest in the air.