Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields, And roll in flowers. A little boy Can life enjoy; If but to see The horses pass, When shut indoors Behind the glass. Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; Fear not, like man, The kick of wrath, That you do lie In some one's path. Time is to thee Eternity, As to a bird Or butterfly; And in that faith True joy doth lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE DOLCINO TO MARGARET by CHARLES KINGSLEY ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 4 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER |