Fearing my father, I sat still at table When the boys came up the alley Calling: "Come out! Come out!" And I hated the discipline Which held me there Foolishly. Loving my mate, I sat still at home When Life came up the alley Shouting: "Come out! Come out!" And I hated the tenderness Which held me there Perhaps wisely. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |