I thought that my own Mother
Had just—Forgotten me!
I thought that God had lost me,
Like a Penny in the Sea.
The Noise all seemed to grow and grow
And roar until it drowned me.—
And I could only say,—'I'm Lost.'...
And then, at last,—they Found me,
—They Found me!
Polite Visitor
feel polite, outside the door;
But when it should begin,
I can't remember Not to ask
If just their Cat is in.
And if the Sun should sprinkle through
Along the floor that way,
I can't remember what I do
If I am Urged to Stay.
And when I've shaken hands all round,
—No matter how I try,
I can't remember Not to go
And Kiss their Dog good-by,
—Good-by,
—Good-by!
Yes, thank you, please.—They're Very Well;
—I think I'd better go.