AT TWO years old the world he sees Must seem expressly made to please! Such new-found words and games to try, Such sudden mirth, he knows not why, So many curiosities! As life about him, by degrees Discloses all its pageantries He watches with approval shy At two years old. With wonders tired he takes his ease At dusk, upon his mother's knees: A little laugh, a little cry, Put toys to bed, then "seepy-bye" -- The world is made of such as these At two years old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN |