I WAS out in the country To feel the sweet spring, I was out in the country To hear the birds sing; To bask in the sunshine, Breathe air pure and sweet, And walk where the blossoms Grew under my feet. So at morning I woke While my chamber was dark, And was up -- or I should have been -- Up with the lark, Only no lark was rising; And never a throat Of bird since the morning Had uttered a note. It was raining, and sadly I gazed on the skies, Saying, "Nothing is left us To gladden our eyes; And no pleasanter sound Than this drip on the pane!" When I caught a soft patter That was not the rain. First I heard the light falling Of feet on the stair, Then the voice of a child Ringing clear through the air, And with eyes wide awake, And curls tumbled about, Came Freddy, the darling, With laugh and with shout. No longer we heeded The rain or the gloom; His smile, like the sunshine, Illumined the room; We missed not the birds While his glad voice was nigh: His lips were our roses, His eyes were our sky. Sweet pet of the household, And hope of each heart, God keep thee, dear Freddy, As pure as thou art, And make thee, when changes And sorrows shall come, The comfort and sweetness And sunshine of home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOVE AND SLEEP by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |