To Olivia
Francis Thompson
1859 to 1907
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
Easy Mode - Auto check enabled
Because thy arrows, not yet dire,
Are still unbarbed with destined fire,
Has grown timorous and wild.
White flake of childhood, clinging so
Full-panoplied in womanhood.
Wert thou not so harmless-small.
It would fear thee not at all,
To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow
My heart, by many snares beguiled,
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
I fear thee more than hadst thou stood
Love's the ambassador of loss;
At tenderest touch will shrink and go.
Love me not, delightful child.