@3WHY do I make so much of Aber Fall?@1 Four years ago My little boy was with me here -- That's all -- He died next year: He died just seven years old, A very gentle child, yet bold, Having no fear. You have seen such? They are not much? No . . . no. And yet he was a very righteous child, Stood up for what was right, Intolerant of wrong -- Pure azure light Was cisterned in his eyes; We thought him wise Beyond his years -- so sweet and mild, But strong For justice, doing what he could -- Poor little soul -- to make all children good. I almost think -- and yet I am to blame -- He was a different child from others; He had three sisters and two brothers: He seemed a little king Among the children -- ah! 'tis a common thing -- Parents are all the same -- You've seen those kings -- yes, yes -- Of course . . . and yet . . . the righteousness . . . The . . . Never mind! he came With me to Aber Fall -- That's all, that's all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT HOME by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS |