O CHILD, had I thy lease of time! such unimagined things Are waiting for that soul of thine to spread its untried wings! Shalt thou not speak the stars, and go on journeys through the sky? And read the soul of man as clear as now we read the eye? Who knows if science may not find some art to make thee new, -- To mend the garments of thy flesh when thou hast worn them through? 'T is fearful, aye, and beautiful, thy future that may be. How strange! -- perhaps death's conqueror sits smiling on my knee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE AFTER WOMAN by FRANCIS THOMPSON |