'Twas at the close of a warm summer's day, We spread our orphan's couch in the sweet air; And she was happy as the healthiest there; While, with each changing posture, as she lay, A star, that lurk'd within the whispering firs, Look'd forth upon her, glistening tenderly; 'How like', she said, 'a mother's watchful eye, 'That wakes and brightens, when her infant stirs!' She lov'd God's world, that maiden meek and mild; She challenged kith and kin on every hand, Like Francis of Assisi - that dear child Spoke sisterly of flowers and song-birds wild; Till every listener lost his self-command, And o'er her dying love-notes wept and smiled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 50. AL-BAHITH by EDWIN ARNOLD THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |