Before this little gift was come The little owner had made haste for home; And from the door of where the eternal dwell, Looked back on human things and smiled farewell. O may this grief remain the only one! O may our house be still a garrison Of smiling children, and for evermore The tune of little feet be heard along the floor! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |