@3Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea.@1 Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask The tale he loves to tell. Rude spirits of the seething outer strife, Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life Empty of all delight Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled. Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy, The heart-love of a child! Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more! Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days - Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore Yet haunt my dreaming gaze! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY MISAPPELLATION by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI MOONSTRUCK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO DUST RETURNING by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |