The two little girls were dressed in black And the elder—that's the mother— To the very door of the primary school Had held the hand of the other. And at the jam-tarts in the box She gave her final look, And ran her eyes once more across The page of the lesson-book. Then, as it was a cold morning And the water was frozen in the pool, And as the child must always be In a state to enter school, Opening the old black shawl That covered her careful calico The elder pulled out her handkerchief, Held the little one's nose, and said: "Blow!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOX-CAR LETTERS by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL NEW YEAR DAY - TO MRS. DUNLOP by ROBERT BURNS A PRIZE FOR EURIPIDES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A POETICAL VERSION OF A LETTER ON RESIGNATION, FROM JACOB BEHMEN by JOHN BYROM |