CHILDREN, there is a lady, who is younger far than all of you, who played your games, before you played them, with Cain and Abel, when they made them, and who will play them to the end with the last child, and his last friend. You do not know her name, nor will, but you may hear, when all is still, between the trample of this verse a quiet footstep that is hers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARS VICTRIX (IMITATED FROM THEOPHILE GAUTIER) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS STORY OF THE GATE by HARRISON ROBERTSON SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO JANE: THE INVITATION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY PET'S PUNISHMENT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |