Fearing my father, I sat still at table When the boys came up the alley Calling: "Come out! Come out!" And I hated the discipline Which held me there Foolishly. Loving my mate, I sat still at home When Life came up the alley Shouting: "Come out! Come out!" And I hated the tenderness Which held me there Perhaps wisely. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WHICH WAS MOST TRULY DEAD? by CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE |