WHILE Anna's peers and early playmates tread, In freedom, mountain-turf and river's marge; Or float with music in the festal barge; Rein the proud steed, or through the dance are led; Her doom it is to press a weary bed -- Till oft her guardian Angel, to some charge More urgent called, will stretch his wings at large, And friends too rarely prop the languid head. Yet, helped by Genius -- untired comforter, The presence even of a stuffed Owl for her Can cheat the time; sending her fancy out To ivied castles and to moonlight skies, Though he can neither stir a plume, nor shout; Nor veil, with restless film, his staring eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE GOLDEN TARGE by WILLIAM DUNBAR TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT A SONNET. THE ROSE AND LILY by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF P. BURGESS; A CHILD OF SUPERIOR ENDOWMENTS by BERNARD BARTON |