Author George Eliot A child forsaken, waking suddenly,Whose gaze afeard on all things round doth rove,And seeth only that it cannot see The meeting eyes of love. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments