No doubt thy little bosom beats When sounds a wedding bell, No doubt it pants to taste the sweets That songs and stories tell. Awhile in shade content to lie, Prolong life's morning dream, While others rise at the first fly That glitters on the stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |