"BELOVED Vale!" I said, "when I shall con Those many records of my childish years, Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will press me down: to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought, if life have one." But, when into the Vale I came, no fears Distressed me; from mine eyes escaped no tears; Deep thought, or dread remembrance, had I none. By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall; 10 So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small! A Juggler's balls old Time about him tossed; I looked, I stared, I smiled, I laughed; and all The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |