I hear the sound of pattering feet, I hear the prattling accents sweet; And so I turn again to greet The little boy across the street. I see the faltering little feet, I see the hand stretched out to meet The arms I offer, to entreat The little boy across the street. Ah! somehow in this still retreat With all the season's joys replete, Life surely could not be complete Without this boy across the street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |