WHEN Letty had scarce passed her third glad year, And her young, artless words began to flow, One day we gave the child a colored sphere Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, By tint and outline, all its sea and land. She parted all the world; old empires peeped Between her baby fingers; her soft hand Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped, And laughed and prattled in her world-wide bliss; But when we turned her sweet unlearned eye On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry, "Oh! yes I see it, Letty's home is there!" And, while she hid all England with a kiss, Bright over Europe fell her golden hair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING |