Where have you gone, little feet, That the tiny red slippers lie here While the sun is a-dance in the street? Why are you still, little voice? For spring has come over the hill, And even the sparrows rejoice. Where are you laid, little head, That the pillow is smooth All night long on your bed? O where have you gone, little feet? "Where spring never slips from the hill I dance down a silvery street!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 2: 25. THE VIRGIN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NOONDAY REST by MATHILDE BLIND TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS AT HARVEST TIME by OLIVA WARD BUSH |