There's one I miss. A little questioning maid That held my finger, trotting by my side, And smiled out of her pleased eyes open wide, Wondering and wiser at each word I said. And I must help her frolics if she played, And I must feel her trouble if she cried; My lap was hers past right to be denied; She did my bidding, but I more obeyed. Dearer she is to-day, dearer and more; Closer to me, since sister womanhoods meet; Yet, like poor mothers some long while bereft, I dwell on toward ways, quaint memories left, I miss the approaching sound of pit-pat feet, The eager baby voice outside my door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG GOOD-NIGHT by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES THE QUAKER POET; VERSES ON SEEING MYSELF SO DESIGNATED by BERNARD BARTON |