When the white feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in a wind, They poise and run like puffs of wind that pass Over water where the weeds are thinned. And the sight of their white playing in the grass Is winsome as a robin's song so fluttering Or like two butterflies that settle on a glass Cup for a moment, soft little wing-beats uttering. And I wish that the baby would tack across here to me Like a wind-shadow running on a pond, so she could stand With two little bare white feet upon my knee And I could feel her feet in either hand Cool as syringa buds in morning hours, Or firm and silken as young peony flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |