A FAINT twitter at paling dawn, Or hurried chirp, with some crumbs on the lawn— You did not have much time for talk When I came to the cottage under the oaks Where downy wine-red wallflowers grew— For family cares were absorbing you, When I moved in. When your children were grown, you brought them to call, As a neighbor should; But our meetings all had a path between, I never knew you as well as I would... And now that golden leaves flutter about— You have moved out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |