BUT yesterday she played with childish things, With toys and painted fruit. To-day she may be speeding on bright wings Beyond the stars! We ask. The stars are mute. But yesterday her doll was all in all; She laughed and was content. To-day she will not answer, if we call: She dropped no toys to show the road she went. But yesterday she smiled and ranged with art Her playthings on the bed. To-day and yesterday are leagues apart! She will not smile to-day, for she is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |