We Are Seven by William Wordsworth -- A simple child , That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair , and very fair ; -- Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all, " she said , And wondering looked at me . " And where are they? I pray you tell ." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea. " Two of us in the churchyard lie , My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother ." " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! -- I pray you tell , Sweet maid, how this may be." Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we; Two of