Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly -- woefully -- I stoop to catch him. "Try, mother, try!" Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: "Hush! cease your play!" What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE |