The life of a little child is new To the parent, but old to the earth; From sprouting cells and blood it grew Toward the orifice of birth. It is one of a caravan of pain, And a long flotilla of fear; But the mouth will open and give again, The blood and the cells reappear. The stretched and staggering line will give Till the sun grows cold and small; For man is gray with the lust to live, And leashed to the rhythmic call. Roll on, roll on, like the earth and moon, To the banded girth of the grave; Till the cell shall break and the blood shall swoon, And the cyclical heart shall cave; Then and then only shall Time begin, And the promised dawn arise; For each child is a haven a man may win, And a backward turn of his eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD |