LITTLE chipmunk, do you know All you mean to me? -- She and I and Long Ago, And you there in the tree; With that nut between your paws, Half-way to your twittering jaws, Jaunty with your striped coat, Puffing out your furry throat, Eyes like some big polished seed, Plumed tail curved like half a lyre... We pretended not to heed -- You, as though you would inquire "Can I trust them?" ... then a jerk, And you'd skipped three branches higher, Jaws again at work; Like a little clock-work elf, With all the forest to itself. She was very fair to see, She was all the world to me, She has gone whole worlds away; Yet it seems as though to-day, Chipmunk, I can hear her say: "Get that chipmunk, dear, for me --" Chipmunk, you can never know All she was to me. That's all -- it was long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE THE TWO DREAMS by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO REFLECTIONS ON THE FOREGOING ACCOUNT by JOHN BYROM A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 22 by THOMAS CAMPION POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 17. DANVERS AND RAYNER by GEORGE CRABBE THE ARMY OF ISRAEL AT THE FOOT OF MOUNT SINAI by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |