THE children run and leap By a most heavenly hill. And I will give you the Keys of Heaven To use as you will. The keys are small and sweet; Gold keys from a girdle swung; The cowslip opens the Gates of Heaven To the pure and the young. The children are gold and white— Gold heads the mothers have kissed; The children carry the Keys of Heaven Swung at the wrist. Children, why would ye go? Here is a heavenly land. The children swinging the Keys of Heaven Slip from your hand. Is it not Heaven enough Here for a little while? The children kissing the Keys of Heaven Listen and smile. The children are white as snow; They walk in gold to their knees; The children who hold the Keys of Heaven Go where they please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN FAREWELL, UNKIST by THOMAS WYATT DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR |