SHE sat upon the cottage stair,— A tender child of three, And washed and dressed with wisest care The doll upon her knee. And we, who guessed not why there grew In Annie's baby eyes That little clouding of the blue, That shade of awed surmise, Remembered, in the darkened room, Where yesterday we took Our Annie's new-born babe, on whom Her eyes might never look. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE POET'S SPEAR by ARCHILOCHUS VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788 by ROBERT BURNS |