SPEAK gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For in my windy valley yesterday I found New-born foxes squirming on the ground— Speak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow. Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow, The four little foxes saw their mother go— Walk softly. Go lightly, Spring—oh, give them no alarm! When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm— Go lightly. Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane. Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain, The new little foxes are shivering in the rain— Step softly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |