The Love of Children lives; it never dies; Deathless as Love's own self, it gleams and shines Like a soft lamp of stars set in the pines, Aglow so long as stars glow in the skies! A boon of dew, it falls where slumbering lies The seed-bud of a thousand-flowered rose; A breeze benign, o'er arid Earth it blows; A cooling hand, it soothes the World's tired eyes. Sweetner of Centuries, Egypt knew it, Rome, And India encompassed round with dreams; It broods today by dim Assyrian streams, Streams dim with unplumbed woe; where broken dome And ivied silence crown the Cyclades, The dusty aisleways wake to old lullabies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |