Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LITLE BUD, by T. H. DUNN First Line: He came one day, in springtime gay Last Line: Beneath the leaves there is no pain. Subject(s): Babies; Death; Infants; Dead, The | ||||||||
He came one day, in springtime gay, Three months before the month of May, A bud so sweet, his little feet And hands fresh from the molds of clay. Then came a smile, 'twas but awhile Like flowers in the month of June, So fragrant, too, in morning's dew When little buds begin to bloom. As days went by and summer sky, And breezes from the prairie came, And babbling brooks and little nooks Where flowers bloom out in the rain. A double crown with curls around, And little dimples on each cheek; Like lilies, too, they are so few Down by the creek, when winds are bleak, The birds have left their little nests In other climes their songs to sing, Down on the ground the leaves abound As sacrifices to their King. Thus severed from the vine that grew, When ground is white with snow and ice, The flower no more blooms by the door, And angels sing in Paradise. O why should we be left alone? Though tears may come and smiles may go, There is no time to weep and pine, For God doeth all things well, I know. Just for to be and there to feel That flower pressed to my lips again; Then let us sing: death has no sting, Beneath the leaves there is no pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST |
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