Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap, Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve, Not that they die, but that they die like sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND AND INGENIOUS FRIEND, THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |