Poor little Lucy By some mischance, Lost her shoe As she did dance: 'Twas not on the stairs, Not in the hall; Not where they sat At supper at all. She looked in the garden, But there it was not; Henhouse, or kennel, Or high dovecote. Dairy and meadow, And wild woods through Showed not a trace Of Lucy's shoe. Bird nor bunny Nor glimmering moon Breathed a whisper Of where 'twas gone. It was cried and cried, @3Oyez@1 and @3Oyez@1! In French, Dutch, Latin And Portuguese. Ships the dark seas Went plunging through, But none brought news Of Lucy's shoe; And still she patters, In silk and leather, Snow, sand, shingle, In every weather; Spain, and Africa, Hindustan, Java, China, And lamped Japan, Plain and desert, She hops -- hops through, Pernambuco To gold Peru; Mountain and forest, And river too, All the world over For her lost shoe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |