Little dear heart, tiny wonderer, With round eyes that search clean through one, Little tender-fisted sunderer Of my old world and my new one,— Whence the sunbeam warm that dances In those mirthful baby glances? If that other world endowed thee With a soul of crystal clearness, When our dullened earth has cowed thee With its mortal burden's nearness, Who am I to give thee training To withstand a life's explaining? Even now I see an answer In the little arms upflinging, In thy dimples, wee entrancer, And thy blithesome, wordless singing. Love and gentleness and joying May withstand old Earth's annoying. Though this life's thick fogs be clouding Recollections of some other, May no mist-bank e'er come crowding 'Twixt thee, wee one, and thy mother. Hers the gifts for thy preserving: I but hope to share in serving! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |