My darling boys, heaven help you both! Now in your happy time of toys Am I to die? How I am loth, My darling boys! My heart is strong for woes or joys; My soul and body keep their troth, One in a love no clasping cloys. Why with me is the world so wroth? What fiend at night my work destroys? Has fate against me sworn an oath, My darling boys? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAYMAN by ALFRED NOYES PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE MILLENNNIUM (APOLOGIES AS USUAL) by BERTON BRALEY THE HUNTER'S VISION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |