A dream child cloistered in my heart To me for freedom sighed; "Not for a cold and selfish world To scorn and set aside, I could not bear to see you so." "I want to live," she cried. "But you are frail and men are harsh," I pleaded in dismay. "You can not know my destiny; Let me love's hope repay." I breathed my dream child into song And sent her on her way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |