I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare: Now I hear the cry again, But I cannot tell from where. But I cannot tell from where He is calling out for aid! Crying on the frightened air, Making everything afraid! Making everything afraid! Wrinkling up his little face! As he cries again for aid; -- And I cannot find the place! And I cannot find the place Where his paw is in the snare! Little One! Oh, Little One! I am searching everywhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK CITY TREES by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |