There was such speed in her little body, And such lightness in her footfall, It is no wonder that her brown study Astonishes us all. Her wars were bruited in our high window, We looked among orchard trees and beyond, Where she took arms against her shadow, Or harried unto the pond The lazy geese, like a snow cloud Dripping their snow on the green grass, Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud, Who cried in goose, Alas For the tireless heart within the little Lady with rod that made them rise From their noon apple-dreams, and scuttle Goose-fashion under the skies, But now go the bells, and we are ready; In one house we are sternly stopped To say we are vexed at her brown study, Lying so primly propped. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PREPARATIONS FOR VICTORY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART |