Ah! that half bashful and half eager face! Among the trees thy guardian angel stands, With his heart beating, lest thy little hands Should come among the shadows and efface The stainless beauty of a life of love, And childhood innocence - for hark, the boys Are peering through the hedgerows and the grove, And ply their cruel sport with mirth and noise; But thou hast conquer'd! and dispell'd his fear; Sweet is the hope thy youthful pity brings -- And oft, methinks, if thou shalt shelter here When these blue eggs are linnets' throats and wings, A secret spell shall bring about the tree The little birds that owed their life to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITANY by ROBERT GRANT (1785-1838) THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY WINTER: EAST ANGLIA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ASOLANDO: REPHAN by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |