MY little maiden two years old, just able To tower full half a head above the table, With inquisition keen must needs explore Whatever in my dwelling hath a door, Whatever is behind a curtain hid, Or lurks, a rich enigma, 'neath a lid. So soon is the supreme desire confessed, To probe the unknown! So soon begins the quest, That never ends until asunder fall The locks and bolts of the Last Door of All. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN SONNET: 17. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER by JOHN MILTON GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT |