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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FIRST STEP, by ANDREW BICE SAXTON First Line: My little one begins his feet to try Last Line: But never can be quite so any more. | |||
MY little one begins his feet to try, A tottering, feeble, inconsistent way; Pleased with the effort, he forgets his play, And leaves his infant baubles where they lie. Laughing and proud his mother flutters nigh, Turning to go, yet joy-compelled to stay, And, bird-like, singing what her heart would say; But not so certain of my bliss am I. For I bethink me of the days in store Wherein those feet must traverse realms unknown, And half forget the pathway to our door. And I recall that in the seasons flown We were his all -- as he was all our own -- But never can be quite so any more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN EXAGGERATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SATIRE ON PAYING CALLS IN AUGUST by CH'ENG HSIAO BUFFALO by FLORENCE EARLE COATES THE TREE OF DEATH by ELIZA COOK |
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