In your face I sometimes see Shadowings of the man to be, And eager, dream of what my son Will be in twenty years and one. But when you are to manhood grown, And all your manhood ways are known, Then shall I, wistful, try to trace The child you once were in your face? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: CONCEALED JOY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN |