The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

Her Third Birthday

MY tiny lady, can it

Be true that you and I,

On something called a planet,

Are somewhere in the sky ?

Yes—and at such a tearing

And madcap speed we've spun,

That you, with dreadful daring,

Have thrice been round the sun.

Nay, it yet more amazes,

That my far-venturing girl

Can be as fresh as daisies

After so wild a whirl!

And now 'neath western billow

The sun is put to bed,

And you, too, on your pillow

Must lay a golden head.

Ah, tears—they come so quickly,

For grief so quickly gone!

Yet joys have rained as thickly,

For you to dream upon.