But what will they remember of the arm That bundled them and shouldered their first cry When ogres of the floor came stealing nigh Disguised as careless pins -- intending harm; And that small hand which held their smaller warm And led it through strange thoroughfares; the eye So watchful lest one movement slant awry: Will they recall how sleepless its alarm? Suppose they fashion keys of inquiry, Unlock the rooms and corridors of dream, Retrace themselves, approach identity With infancy, and what she might have been? -- Will they discover where she keeps the art Which hid itself in her persistent heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHORUS OF CLOUD-MAIDENS: STROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT BATTALION IN REST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |