MY parents bow, and lead them forth, For all the crowd to see -- Ah well! the people might not care To cheer a dwarf like me. They little know how I could love, How I could plan and toil, To swell those drudges' scanty gains, Their mites of rye and oil. They little know what dreams have been My playmates, night and day; Of equal kindness, helpful care, A mother's perfect sway. Now earth to earth in convent walls, To earth in churchyard sod: I was not good enough for man, And so am given to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |