I A little boy once played so loud That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud, Said, "Since @3I@1 can't be heard, why, then I'll never, never thunder again!" II And a little girl once kept so still That she heard a fly on the window-sill Whisper and say to a ladybird, -- "She's the stillest child I ever heard." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEFILED SANCTUARY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SUNFLOWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE MANSONG: CHORAL by MARCUS ADENEY ZILLEBEKE BROOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE - SUNDAY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |