Three things would I bring to you, Bring as a man to his mother returning; A heart that is young despite the years; The same old unfulfilled yearning; And all in all, let be what would, The keen, swift faith that God is good. For these things do I owe to you, Taught me once when I was a boy; And only the poor in heart forget In graver times what they knew in joy, Or think since their own small world is sad, That the heart of the world is aught but glad. Love of towers I learned from you, Skyward held like hopes of men; Love of bells across the fields Heard at dusk intoned -- and then Just the way a yellow light Fell from a window in the night. The world is a world of truth, I know, And man must live by the truth, or die; But truth is neither a poor dried thing Nor a strumpet, tawdry, gorgeous lie; But just the fact, that by doing and giving, Young dreams come true while a man is living. So I would bring three gifts to you, Got from you by loving and learning; A heart that is young despite the years; The same old unfulfilled yearning; And all in all, let be what would, The keen, swift faith that God is good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN THE RUNAWAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TROILUS AND CRESSIDA [CRISEYDE]: BOOK 5 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A STREET MELODY by BELLE COOPER THE LEGEND OF FAMOUS .. GUITAR MASTERS, CAVELIERO COMER AND DON HILL by CHARLES COTTON |