But what will they remember of the arm That bundled them and shouldered their first cry When ogres of the floor came stealing nigh Disguised as careless pins -- intending harm; And that small hand which held their smaller warm And led it through strange thoroughfares; the eye So watchful lest one movement slant awry: Will they recall how sleepless its alarm? Suppose they fashion keys of inquiry, Unlock the rooms and corridors of dream, Retrace themselves, approach identity With infancy, and what she might have been? -- Will they discover where she keeps the art Which hid itself in her persistent heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE OL' COW HAWSE by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL TWILIGHT TIME by MILDRED SOUTHWORTH BRYAN LYING IN GRASS by MELVILLE CANE |