WHEN I was almost forty I had a daughter whose name was Golden Bells. Now it is just a year since she was born; She is learning to sit and cannot yet talk. Ashamed, -- to find that I have not a sage's heart: I cannot resist vulgar thoughts and feelings. Henceforward I am tied to things outside myself: My only reward, -- the pleasure I am getting now. If I am spared the grief of her dying young, Then I shall have the trouble of getting her married. My plan for retiring and going back to the hills Must now be postponed for fifteen years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC |