I heard a little child beneath the stars Talk as he ran along To some sweet riddle in his mind that seemed A-tiptoe into song. In his dark eyes lay a wild universe, -- Wild forests, peaks, and crests; Angels and fairies, giants, wolves and he Were that world's only guests. Elsewhere was home and mother, his warm bed: -- Now, only God alone Could, armed with all His power and wisdom, make Earths richer than his own. O Man! -- thy dreams, thy passions, hopes, desires! -- He in his pity keep A homely bed where love may lull a child's Fond Universe asleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |