A LITTLE dreaming, such as mothers know; A little lingering over dainty things; A happy heart, wherein hope all aglow Stirs like a bird at dawn that wakes and sings, And that is all. A little clasping to her yearning breast; A little musing over future years; A heart that prays: "Dear Lord, Thou knowest best-- But spare my flower life's bitterest rain of tears"-- And that is all. A little spirit speeding through the night; A little home grown lonely, dark and chill; A sad heart groping for the light; A little snow-clad grave beneath the hill-- And that is all. A little gathering of life's broken thread; A little patience keeping back the tears; A song that sings, "Thy darling is not dead, God keep her safe through His eternal years"-- And that is all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |