The summer tide has brought my natal hour: Comes it to usher days of bliss or bane? To set a seal on grief? or to empower With tenfold strength the tyranny of pain? Oh! might we summon back by charm of art, Those days of bloodless food and placid sleep, Which crept, exhaling from the mother's heart, So holy, dreamless, innocent, and deep! We leave the womb to slumber on the breast, We leave the breast to climb upon the knee, Soon beckoned off by dolour and unrest, Till our first sympathies are hard to see, Which passion's heavy overgrowths invest, Scarce disentwined by keen Philosophy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD THIRTEEN by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS |