Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels - lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. Except for winds - provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies. The smallest Housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the Lawn And somebody has lost the face That made Existence - Home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |