The Love of Children lives; it never dies; Deathless as Love's own self, it gleams and shines Like a soft lamp of stars set in the pines, Aglow so long as stars glow in the skies! A boon of dew, it falls where slumbering lies The seed-bud of a thousand-flowered rose; A breeze benign, o'er arid Earth it blows; A cooling hand, it soothes the World's tired eyes. Sweetner of Centuries, Egypt knew it, Rome, And India encompassed round with dreams; It broods today by dim Assyrian streams, Streams dim with unplumbed woe; where broken dome And ivied silence crown the Cyclades, The dusty aisleways wake to old lullabies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND |