Children of my happier prime, When One yet lived with me, and threw Her rainbow over life and time, Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you! O, nurtured in sweet pastoral air, And fed on flowers and light, and dew Of morning meadows -- spare, Ah, spare Reproach; spare, and upbraid me not That, yielding scarce to reckless mood But jealous of your future lot, I sealed you in a fate subdued. Have I not saved you from the drear Theft and ignoring which need be The triumph of the insincere Unanimous Mediocrity? Rest therefore, free from all despite, Snugged in the arms of comfortable night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION by GRANT ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD |