When they said the time to hide was mine, I hid back under a thick grape vine. And while I was still for the time to pass, A little gray thing came out of the grass. He hopped his way through the melon bed And sat down close by a cabbage head. He sat down close where I could see, And his big still eyes looked hard at me, His big eyes bursting out of the rim, And I looked back very hard at him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE FLAME-BRIDE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ENVY; A FRAGMENT by JANE BOWDLER |