Spring blossoms with a world of eyes, My wee girl has but two; But oh! a world of beauty lies Within those eyes of blue. The high hills hold vast hoards of gold, Both beautiful and rare; But oh! it gleams in wealth untold Within my darling's hair. The downy peach is pink and sleek, And sweet as ancient wine; But sweeter is my darling's cheek When pressing close to mine. She toddles to her papa's knee, Across the flowered floor, And each bare footstep seems to me To leave one blossom more. Diana's silver sickle shows Upon the jeweled sky, And underneath the long grass glows A twinkling firefly. Fair day has gone to rest, my dear, She just put out her light, And as you nestle close, I hear A drowsy, faint "Dood night!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND |