BUT yesterday she played with childish things, With toys and painted fruit. To-day she may be speeding on bright wings Beyond the stars! We ask. The stars are mute. But yesterday her doll was all in all; She laughed and was content. To-day she will not answer, if we call: She dropped no toys to show the road she went. But yesterday she smiled and ranged with art Her playthings on the bed. To-day and yesterday are leagues apart! She will not smile to-day, for she is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS THE PRETENCE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT HE MAKES AN END by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE COMPLEMENT by THOMAS CAREW |