"O GLAD Devotion flushing up the sky, Dawn brighter than a child's best mornings are, Art seen, yet deemed for human strength too far? We, prone to view an end, of Hope too shy, Too diffident, await Fate's casting die Much as Fear waits. Westward speeds every star; Some, which set quick upon the sun, there are Drop into it; those glory, so may I. Love should not barter like coarse traffickers Nor buy with abnegation any store Of helps...Did not my children thank me for The rising moon not mine to give nor theirs?.. Let me, a child, own gifts in everything; Like them blow kisses to the birds that sing." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |