Although the world may think of you as old, Within your heart bright youth will ever dwell; For often to eager listeners you told The stories that all children love so well. Even at early morn they came to you. And evening too; you joined them in each game; As soon as one young generation grew Matured in years, a group more youthful came. And so these friends of yours will always keep A memory of you, generous and kind; For you are bound to them by ties more deep Than those of blood: an understanding mind. . . . For who loves birds and flowers and children's ways, Will surely dwell in peace through all his days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THREE GOLDEN STARS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN CLOWN AND KING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |