Two and A Child
By Jean Starr Untermeyer
Does the Spring night call little boys
As it calls their wild young mothers?
But what can a child know of us or others
He has different joys.
A tree that bends and almost smothers
Two in the road who clasp and quiver,
To him is only a swing by the river
One of his outdoor toys.
Put him to bed and let us flee
Out in the night with other lovers.
It will not be long till he discovers
What’s known to you and me.
And then when a destined maiden hovers
Near for what only he can give her . . .
No! Close the door. What makes me shiver?
I will stay here. Let me be.