WHAT household thoughts around thee as their shrine, Cling reverently! of anxious looks beguiled, My mother's eyes upon thy page divine, Each day were bent;--her accents gravely mild, Breathed out thy lore, whilst I, a dreaming child, Wandered on breeze-like fancies oft away, To some lone tuft of gleaming spring-flowers wild, Some fresh discovered nook for woodland play, Some secret nest;--yet would the solemn word At times, with kindlings of young wonder heard, Fall on my waken'd spirit, there to be A seed not lost;--for which in darker years, O book of Heaven! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |