SPEAK gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For in my windy valley yesterday I found New-born foxes squirming on the ground— Speak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow. Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow, The four little foxes saw their mother go— Walk softly. Go lightly, Spring—oh, give them no alarm! When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm— Go lightly. Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane. Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain, The new little foxes are shivering in the rain— Step softly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES ON THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |