THERE are some wishes that may start Nor cloud the brow nor sting the heart. Gladly then would I see how smiled One who now fondles with her child; How smiled she but six years ago, Herself a child, or nearly so. Yes, let me bring before my sight The silken tresses chained up tight, The tiny fingers tipt with red By tossing up the strawberry-bed; Half-open lips, long violet eyes, A little rounder with surprise, And then (her chin against the knee) 'Mama! who can that stranger be? How grave the smile he smiles on me!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |