I COULD not find the little maid Content, So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide; But not where Pleasure each new fancy tried, Heading the maze of reeling merriment, Nor where, with restless eyes and bow half bent, Love in a brake of sweetbrier smiled and sighed, Nor yet where Fame towered crowned and glorified, Found I her face, nor wheresoe'er I went. So homeward back I crawled like wounded bird, When lo! Content sate spinning at my door: And when I asked her where she was before -- "Here all the time," she said; "@3I@1 never stirred; Too eager in your search, you passed me o'er, And, though I called, you neither saw nor heard." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |