When I was young, I said to Sorrow, āà"Come, and I will play with thee": āàāàHe is near me now all day āàāàAnd at night returns to say, I will come again to-morrow, āàI will come and stay with thee." Through the woods we walk together; āàHis soft footsteps rustle nigh me; āàāàTo shield an unregarded head, āàāàHe hath built a winter shed; And all night in rainy weather, āàI hear his gentle breathings by me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE THE REBEL by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |