I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I'm accustomed to him grown, -- He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live Till that first shout got by, Not all pianos in the woods Had power to mangle me. I dared not meet the daffodils, For feat their yellow gown Would pierce me with a fashion So foreign to my own. I wished the grass would hurry, So when 't was time to see, He'd be too tall, the tallest one Could stretch to look at me. I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they'd stay away In those dim countries where they go: What word had they for me? They're here, though; not a creature failed, No blossom stayed away In gentle deference to me, The Queen of Calvary. Each one salutes me as he goes, And I my childish plumes Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement Of their unthinking drums. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RHYMES OF THE DAY by GEORGE SANTAYANA |