I WATCHED the glory of her childhood change, Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew, (Loved long ago in lily-time) Become a maid, mysterious and strange, With fair, pure eyes -- dear eyes, but not the eyes I knew Of old, in the olden time! Till on my doubting soul the ancient good Of her dear childhood in the new disguise Dawned, and I hastened to adore The glory of her waking maidenhood, And found the old tenderness within her deepening eyes, But kinder than before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE |