Sweet little myth of the nursery story -- Earliest love of mine infantile breast, Be something tangible, bloom in thy glory Into existence, as thou art addressed! Hasten! appear to me, guileless and good -- Thou are so dear to me, Red Riding-Hood! Azure-blue eyes, in a marvel of wonder, Over the dawn of a blush breaking out; Sensitive nose, with a little smile under Trying to hide in a blossoming pout -- Couldn't be serious, try as you would, Little mysterious Red Riding-Hood! Hah! little girl, it is desolate, lonely, Out in this gloomy old forest of Life! -- Here are not pansies and buttercups only -- Brambles and briers as keen as a knife; And a Heart, ravenous, trails in the wood For the meal have he must, -- Red Riding-Hood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE |