SHE seemed an angel to our infant eyes! Once, when the glorifying moon revealed Her who at evening by our pillow kneeled-- Soft-voiced and golden-haired, from holy skies Flown to her loves on wings of Paradise-- We looked to see the pinions half-concealed. The Tuscan vines and olives will not yield. Her back to me, who loved her in this wise, And since have little known her, but have grown To see another mother, tenderly, Watch over sleeping darlings of her own; Perchance the years have changed her; yet alone This picture lingers: still she seems to me The fair, young Angel of my infancy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PSALM 37. NOLI AEMULARI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ARS GUBERNANDI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE ORGANIST IN HEAVEN (SAMUEL SEBASTIAN WESLEY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CASTLE OF KING MACBETH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |