One clover-winded hour when morning sky Lay primrose mild, we peered inside the shed Where drowsed a new-born calf upon her bed. How stirred we felt! We almost had to cry To watch how mooley licked her baby dry From gawky legs and up her nodding head. We feared she might not know and hurt instead Her frightened one that blinked so meek and shy. We pulled a mound of scented garden grass For baby calf, and flicked away the flies -- We must not let her tender body bruise; Then found a treasured gumdrop in a glass And begged her lick it slow. And said how wise That she had known our welcome house to choose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN STUART BLACKIE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 36. FEAR HAS CAST OUT LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PICKING SKULLS AT VERDUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS EARLY DAYS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY CAVERNS; WRITTEN OF COLOSSAL CAVE, KENTUCKY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |