The Little Match Girl Stave 4 The little match girl struck another Match against the wall; From its flame her grandmother Shone bright, glittering and mild. ‘Take me with you!’ cried the child. ‘When the match is spent, You’ll be gone.’ Her numb fingers fumbled As she struck the matches Remaining in the bundle, One […]
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The Little Match Girl Stave 3 She struck match number three And the match girl found herself Under a Christmas tree, With a thousand candles Burning on its green boughs. As she reached out To the exquisite light, The Christmas candles Rose and became bright Stars – one Fell And burnt a long fiery path […]
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Stave 2 The match girl struck Another stick of light; It glowed so bright It melted the wall of a house. Through its transparency She could clearly see A table with a dazzling white cloth Fine porcelain gleaming A roast goose steaming, Stuffed with apples and prunes. The little match girl reached out An […]
The Little Match Girl
Stave 1 Bareheaded and barefoot, Frozen to the bone, A little match girl walked In the wintry night alone; She had lost her slippers In the deepening snow. The pocket of her apron, Ragged, thin and wet, Held a bundle of matches Waiting to be lit. She feared a painful beating – She hadn’t […]
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