WITH little red frock in the fire-light, in the lingering April evening— (The moonlight over the tree-tops just beginning to shine in at the cottage door)— Her big brown eyes and comical big mouth for very gladness unresting, like a small brown fairy— She stands, the five-year-old child. Then, so gentle, with tiny tripping speech, and with a little wave of the hand— "Good-night" she says to the fire and to the moon, And kissing the elder wearier faces, Runs off to bed and to sleep in the lap of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG: NOT A WORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CORYDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS by NICHOLAS BRETON ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |