Let us walk together again, my little son. A spring ago, I had you at my side Your eager little steps to match my stride Your tiny hand in mine, my little one. A spring ago! We saw some naughty jays And counted tulips opening on the walk The silence of this hour can only mock The happiness I felt on those spring days... Unless...I close my eyes...to have you here. I cannot clasp your hand, or hear you sing, But we shall walk together through this spring The world is gone, and only you are near My love, and will and longing and my pain Will bring you to my side, my son, again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO CHILDREN: 6. BIRDS OF THE AIR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE MASSACRE by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK |