Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 2. IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: May be it was her littleness, may be Last Line: And cherished her; her tears became my tears. Subject(s): Children; Hearts; Noon; Tears; Childhood | ||||||||
MAY be it was her littleness, may be Because she looked so frail and so forlorn, But when, in that sad place, they showed to me The shy, small stranger and I knew the morn Must pass to noon, and noon give place to night, Bringing no promise of a better day, And she so slight, so hungry for the sight Of aught to drive her misery away: Then with a sacred pity my heart bled, And seemed rebuked for all its easy years; Down on that little hand I bowed my head And cherished her; her tears became my tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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