FROM some sweet home, the morning train Brings to the city, Five days a week, in sun or rain, Returning like a song's refrain, A school girl pretty. A wild flower's unaffected grace Is dainty miss's; Yet in her shy, expressive face The touch of urban arts I trace, And artifices. No one but she and Heaven knows Of what she's thinking: It may be either books or beaux, Fine scholarship or stylish clothes Per cents or prinking. How happy must the household be, This morn who kissed her; Not every one can make so free; Who sees her, inly wishes she Were his own sister. How favored is the book she cons, The slate she uses, The hat she lightly doffs and dons, The orient sunshade that she owns, The desk she chooses! Is she familiar with the wars Of Julius Caesar? Do crucibles and Leyden jars And Browning, and the moons of Mars, And Euclid, please her? She studies music, I opine; O day of knowledge! And other mysteries divine, Of imitation or design, Taught in the college. A charm attends her everywhere, -- A sense of beauty; Care smiles to see her free of care; The hard heart loves her unaware; Age pays her duty Her innocence is panoply, Her weakness, power; The earth her guardian, and the sky; God's every star is her ally, And every flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LATE SNOW IN THE SMOKIES by ELIZABETH JONES BROWNING ADAM, LILITH, AND EVE by ROBERT BROWNING CROMWELL'S REFLECTIONS ON 'KILLING NO MURDER' by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. STANDING BEYOND TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |