A LITTLE dreaming, such as mothers know; A little lingering over dainty things; A happy heart, wherein hope all aglow Stirs like a bird at dawn that wakes and sings, And that is all. A little clasping to her yearning breast; A little musing over future years; A heart that prays: "Dear Lord, Thou knowest best-- But spare my flower life's bitterest rain of tears"-- And that is all. A little spirit speeding through the night; A little home grown lonely, dark and chill; A sad heart groping for the light; A little snow-clad grave beneath the hill-- And that is all. A little gathering of life's broken thread; A little patience keeping back the tears; A song that sings, "Thy darling is not dead, God keep her safe through His eternal years"-- And that is all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE GLORY OF GRAY by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON FUTURITY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COUNTRY LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS |