CHILDREN, there is a lady, who is younger far than all of you, who played your games, before you played them, with Cain and Abel, when they made them, and who will play them to the end with the last child, and his last friend. You do not know her name, nor will, but you may hear, when all is still, between the trample of this verse a quiet footstep that is hers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FLORENTINE INGRATITUDE by WILLIAM BLAKE |