The tender wealth of happy married years In nothing is so well expressed for me As in the understanding glance exchanged By mates above a child's unconscious head, When some alluring guile of babyhood Takes measure of its power on parent hearts. Then comes the voiceless joy of treasure shared And tranquil sense of sweet proportion learned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 9. TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES |