For that small heart that beats beneath my own, I ask but this, in earth's chaotic blare: Not fame or riches, when it beats alone -- Save as they come -- but may it be aware Of those high moments that a life can give, And hold them precious as they come and go; That life may be a joyous thing to live: To reap, without regret, what it may sow. Let tang of Autumn, mornings in the Spring, Touch deep the soul, bring yearnings and despair; And may the sea's soft utterances bring The call, resistless, leading none knows where. You whom I bear into a world of strife, O, be aware of beauty, and love life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON SUDDEN LIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN |