THIS is the house where little Aldrich read The early pages of Life's wonder-book With boyish pleasure: in this ingle-nook He watched the drift-wood fire of Fancy shed Bright colour on the pictures blue and red: Boy-like he skipped the longer words, and took His happy way, with searching, dreamful look Among the deeper things more simply said. Then, came his turn to write: and still the flame Of Fancy played through all the tales he told, And still he won the laurelled poet's fame With simple words wrought into rhymes of gold. Look, here's the face to which this house is frame, -- A man too wise to let his heart grow old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONG ON THE WATER (1) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |