AT TWO years old the world he sees Must seem expressly made to please! Such new-found words and games to try, Such sudden mirth, he knows not why, So many curiosities! As life about him, by degrees Discloses all its pageantries He watches with approval shy At two years old. With wonders tired he takes his ease At dusk, upon his mother's knees: A little laugh, a little cry, Put toys to bed, then "seepy-bye" -- The world is made of such as these At two years old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |