HE is so small, he does not know The summer sun, the winter snow; The spring that ebbs and comes again, All this is far beyond his ken. A little world he feels and sees: His mother's arms, his mother's knees; He hides his face against her breast, And does not care to learn the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE SUBH-I-KAZIB by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |