When laughter lived at home with me And joy left not a room for doubt, I drew a magic circle round To keep love in, and sorrow out. But, one day, all was dark and still, For lads and laughter went away; And, then, I saw, beyond my door Were many lads who passed each day. Some were so eager, some, so frail . . . Some, troubled . . . some . . . just wondering, No matter . . . there are ways to spend My hungry, unused mothering! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 19. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED by JOHN DONNE WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO HIS WIFE by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |