I AM the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin utterly. I am the fire upon the hearth, I am the light of the good sun, I am the heat that warms the earth, Which else were colder than a stone. At me the children warm their hands; I am their light of love alive. Without me cold the hearthstone stands, Nor could the precious children thrive. I am the twist that holds together The children in its sacred ring, Their knot of love, from whose close tether No lost child goes a-wandering. I am the house from floor to roof, I deck the walls, the board I spread; I spin the curtains, warp and woof, And shake the down to be their bed. I am their wall against all danger, Their door against the wind and snow. Thou Whom a woman laid in manger, Take me not till the children grow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |