My mother used to seat me by her side, And contemplation giving way before My furious search, would yield her hand and chide Me thus: "Today, in beauty at the Door Of God, turns to the world this last good-by, And God slows down His time while They deplore Grave doings of the earth's mad sons -- But my Tremendous Mite has pushed them from the floor." And I, delighted with those sober eyes On me, would clutch the hand, and separate The fingers one by one, and bounce the prize Upon my head until the wide mouth smiled, And I was caught up, laughing at the great Thumb in my fist, and -- "Sh-h my sleepy child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 2; DONE AUGUST 8, 1653 - TERZETTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |