"WHERE is little Marjorie?" There's the robin in the tree, With his gallant call once more From the boughs above the door! There's the bluebird's note, and there Are spring-voices everywhere Calling, calling ceaselessly -- "Where is little Marjorie?" And her old playmate, the rain, Calling at the window-pane In soft syllables that win Not her answer from within -- "Where is little Marjorie?" -- Or is it the rain, ah me! Or wild gusts of tears that were Calling us -- not calling her! "Where is little Marjorie?" Oh, in high security She is hidden from the reach Of all voices that beseech: She is where no troubled word, Sob or sigh is ever heard, Since God whispered tenderly -- "Where is little Marjorie?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET OVERTONES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |