I want a door-step, hearth-stone and a roof-tree; I want a jar set high upon a shelf; I want it filled to brim and overflowing With toothsome goodies fit for childish pelf. I want a green vine on my window twining; I want a hollyhock beside my door; I want a mop to keep my hearth-stone shining, And wipe small, muddy footprints from my floor. I think all these would make me very happy, And yet, I want much more than all of that -- A little bright-eyed, freckled, red-cheeked grandchild To eat my cookies and to shake my mopstick at. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP EPIGRAMS ON CASTLEREAGH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |