'T WAS on the balmy day Set for the sports aquatic And people lounged about In multitudes chaotic When rising from her brood, In accents frantic, thrilly, An ancient woman cried: "Where's Willie? Oh, where's Willie?" From all that concourse vast A groan rose as men pondered What frightful things befall A helpless child that's wandered. It might in forests stray, Or for a water-lily Reach out its hand, and fall. Wild eyes looked round for Willie. Then, as from out the deep A vast whale heaves its shoulder, Rose from the throng a man Full forty years or older Who weighed two hundred pounds. He looked uncommon silly As out he called, "I'm here-- I'm here, ma." It was Willie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN |