 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
“LIKE CRUSOE, WALKING BY THE LONELY STRAND”
Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strandAnd seeing a human footprint on the sand,
Have I this day been startled, finding here,
Set in brown mould and delicately clear,
Spring's footprint—the first crocus of the year!
O sweet invasion! Farewell solitude!
Soon shall wild creatures of the field and wood
Flock from all sides with much ado and stir,
And make of me most willing prisoner!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |