When they said the time to hide was mine, I hid back under a thick grape vine. And while I was still for the time to pass, A little gray thing came out of the grass. He hopped his way through the melon bed And sat down close by a cabbage head. He sat down close where I could see, And his big still eyes looked hard at me, His big eyes bursting out of the rim, And I looked back very hard at him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK |