Do you recall the scents, the insect whirr, Where we had laid her in the chestnut shade? How discs of sunlight through the bright leaves played Upon the grass, as we bent over her? How roving breezes made the bracken stir Beside her, while the bumble-bee, arrayed In brown and gold, hummed round her, and the glade Was strewn with last year's chestnuts' prickly fur? There in the forest's ripe and fragrant heat She lay and laughed, and kicked her wee bare feet, And stretched wee hands to grasp some woodland bell; And played her little games; and when we said "Cuckoo," would lift her frock, and hide her head, Which now, God knows, is hidden but too well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 5. ELEGY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |