I love small things -- a little bird that sings; A little child with light imaginings; A little house set back against a hill, A red geranium on the window sill; The little smoke rings, curling toward the sky; The little wistful smile -- the happy sigh. Dear @3little@1 things that warm my deepest heart! What's this? The sympathetic teardrops start -- A little needle in a big, strong hand; A thimble on a sad-faced, lonely man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI TO FORTUNE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE RETORT DISCOURTEOUS by BERTON BRALEY HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS BLINDNESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |