'Tis but a child. The quiet Juno gaze Breaks at a trifle into mirth and glow, Changed as a folded bud bursts into blow, And she springs, buoyant, on some busy craze, Or, in the rhythm of her girlish plays, Like light upon swift waves floats to and fro, And, whatsoe'er's her mirth, needs me to know, And keeps me young by her young innocent ways. Just now she and her kitten raced and sprang To catch the daisy ball she tossed about; Then they grew grave, and found a shady tree, And kitty tried to see the notes she sang: Now she flies hitherward--"Mother! Quick! Come see! Two hyacinths in my garden almost out!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SECOND VOLUME by ROBERT MOWRY BELL A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |