We have a bed and we have a child, My wife! And work we've for two--all our own to call, And rain and the wind and the sunshine mild. We are lacking now but one thing small To be as free as the birds so wild: Time--that's all! When on Sundays through the fields we go, My child, And see how the swallows to and fro Are shooting over the grain-stalks tall, Oh, we lack not clothes, though our share is small, To be as fair as the birds so wild: Time--that's all. But time! We're scenting a tempest wild, We people! Eternity our own to call-- That's what we lack, my wife, my child, And all that blooms through us, the small, To make us gay as the birds so wild: Time--that's all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) LET US HAVE PEACE by NANCY BYRD TURNER A SONG OF WORK by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER HOUSE AT HALES-OWEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |