We dwelt in the woods of the Tippecanoe, In a lone, lost cabin, with never a view Of the full day's sun for a whole year through. With strange half hints through the russet corn We three were hurried one night. Next morn There was frost on the trees, and a sprinkle of snow And tracks on the ground. We burst through the door, And a girl baby cried -- and then we were four. We were not sturdy, and we were not wise, In the things of the world, and the ways men dare; A pale-browed mother with a prophet's eyes, A father that dreamed and looked anywhere, Three brothers -- wild blossoms, tall fashioned as men And we mingled with none, but we lived as when The pair first lived, ere they knew the fall; And loving all things we believed in all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VACANT STALL by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE MATER DOLOROSA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CHRISTMAS GIFTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |