A LITTLE maiden met me in the lane, And smiled a smile so very fain, So full of trust and happiness, I could not choose but bless The child, that she should have such grace To laugh into my face. She never could have known me; but I thought It was the common joy that wrought Within the little creature's heart, As who should say: -- "Thou art As I; the heaven is bright above us; And there is God to love us. And I am but a little gleeful maid, And thou art big, and old, and staid; But the blue hills have made thee mild As is a little child. Wherefore I laugh that thou may'st see -- O, laugh! O, laugh with me!" A pretty challenge! Then I turned me round, And straight the sober truth I found. For I was not alone; behind me stood, Beneath his load of wood, He that of right the smile possessed -- Her father manifest. O, blest be God! that such an overplus Of joy is given to us: That that sweet innocent Gave me the gift she never meant, A gift secure and permanent! For, howsoe'er the smile had birth, It is an added glory on the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 6. MY BELOVED by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 114. A LATER DEDICATION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE INN ALBUM: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING THE GALLANT WEAVER by ROBERT BURNS THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |