LITTLE chipmunk, do you know All you mean to me? -- She and I and Long Ago, And you there in the tree; With that nut between your paws, Half-way to your twittering jaws, Jaunty with your striped coat, Puffing out your furry throat, Eyes like some big polished seed, Plumed tail curved like half a lyre... We pretended not to heed -- You, as though you would inquire "Can I trust them?" ... then a jerk, And you'd skipped three branches higher, Jaws again at work; Like a little clock-work elf, With all the forest to itself. She was very fair to see, She was all the world to me, She has gone whole worlds away; Yet it seems as though to-day, Chipmunk, I can hear her say: "Get that chipmunk, dear, for me --" Chipmunk, you can never know All she was to me. That's all -- it was long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |