'Tis but a child. The quiet Juno gaze Breaks at a trifle into mirth and glow, Changed as a folded bud bursts into blow, And she springs, buoyant, on some busy craze, Or, in the rhythm of her girlish plays, Like light upon swift waves floats to and fro, And, whatsoe'er's her mirth, needs me to know, And keeps me young by her young innocent ways. Just now she and her kitten raced and sprang To catch the daisy ball she tossed about; Then they grew grave, and found a shady tree, And kitty tried to see the notes she sang: Now she flies hitherward--"Mother! Quick! Come see! Two hyacinths in my garden almost out!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS by WALT WHITMAN A SONG OF APPLE-BLOOM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SUBMARINE BADINAGE by BERTON BRALEY |