CHRISTINE BRAIBRY
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
THE BEAUTIFUL DOLLY WHO COMES FROM
TENTOLEENA LAND
BRINGING A STRANGE LETTER
The Letter
This little Dolly's name is Christine
Braibry.* She was born in Tentoleena Land,
where lilies and red roses grow in the
air, and humming-birds and butterflies
on stalks.
You must be kind to Christine, for
everything about her in your land will
be very strange to her. If she seems
to stare in a bewildered way, and will
not answer when you ask her why, you
must know that she is simply dazed
with the wonders that she sees on
every hand. It will doubtless be a
long, long while before Christine
will cease to marvel at the Sunshine
of your strange country; for in
Tentoleena Land there is never any
shine but Moonshine, and sometimes
that gets so muddied up with shade
it soils the eyesight to gaze at it
overmuch.
It will be trying, in your land, for
Christine to keep silent all the time,
for, in your country, Dollies cannot
walk and talk at all perfectly, because
they only think they are dreaming all
the time, and they dare not speak for
fear their voices will awaken them,
and they dare not move for fear of
falling out of bed. So, you see, you
should be very kind indeed to little
Christine Braibry.
In Tentoleena Land the Dollies do not
sleep long--they are always the first
ones up at Moon-dawn--for Moon-dawn is
the Dollies' morning. Then they go out
in the fragrant grasses, where the big,
ripe dewdrops grow--much nicer, purer
dew than yours on earth, for in Tentoleena
Land they gather it before it has been
skimmed, and all the pearly cream that
gathers on the surface of the drops they
stir up with the rest and bathe in that;
and this is why the Dollies always have
such delicate complexions. Then, when
the baths are over, they dress themselves,
and waken their parents, and dress
them--for in Tentoleena Land the parents
are the children. Is not that odd?
Sometime Christine may get used to your
strange land and all the wonders that
she sees; and if she ever does, and
smiles at you, and pulls your face down
close to hers and kisses you, why, that
will be the sign by which you'll know
she's coming to again and wants to talk;
and so the first thing you must ask of
her is to sing this little song she
made of Tentoleena Land. Only the words
of it can be given here--(not half the
beauty of the dainty song)--for when
you hear it, in the marvellously faint,
and low, and sweet, and tender, tinkling
tongue of Tentoleena Land, you will
indeed be glad that the gracious fairy
Fortune ever sent you Christine Braibry.
So, since all the sounds in the melodious
utterance of Tentoleena Land are so
exquisitely, so chastely, rarely beautiful
no earthly art may hope to reproduce
them, you must, as you here read the
words, just shut your eyes and fancy
that you hear little Christine Braibry
singing this eerie song of hers:--
CHRISTINE'S SONG
Up in Tentoleena Land--
Tentoleena! Tentoleena!
All the Dollies, hand in hand,
Mina, Nainie, and Serena,
Dance the Fairy fancy dances,
With glad songs and starry glances,
Lisping roundelays; and, after,
Bird-like interludes of laughter
Strewn and scattered o'er the lawn
Their gilt sandals twinkle on
Through light mists of silver sand--
Up in Tentoleena Land.
Up in Tentoleena Land--
Tentoleena! Tentoleena!
Blares the eerie Elfin band--
Trumpet, harp and concertina--
Larkspur bugle--honeysuckle
Cornet, with a quickstep chuckle
In its golden throat; and, maybe,
Lilies-of-the-valley they be
Baby-silver-bells that chime
Musically all the time,
Tossed about from hand to hand--
Up in Tentoleena Land.
Up in Tentoleena Land--
Tentoleena! Tentoleena!
Dollies dark, and blonde and bland--
Sweet as musk-rose or verbena--
Sweet as moon-blown daffodillies,
Or wave-jostled water-lilies
Yearning to'rd the rose-mouths, ready
Leaning o'er the river's eddy,--
Dance, and glancing fling to you,
Through these lines you listen to,
Kisses blown from lip and hand
Out of Tentoleena Land!
* The terminal of this name is sounded short, as in "lovely."
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