A child, Curious and innocent, Slips from his Nurse, and rejoicing Loses himself in the Fair. Thro' the jostle and din Wandering, he revels, Dreaming, desiring, possessing; Till, of a sudden Tired and afraid, he beholds The sordid assemblage Just as it is; and he runs With a sob to his Nurse (Lighting at last on him), And in her motherly bosom Cries him to sleep. Thus thro' the World, Seeing and feeling and knowing, Goes Man: till at last, Tired of experience, he turns To the friendly and comforting breast Of the old nurse, Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 29 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO A CERTAIN VERY UGLY BUILDING: THE ARMORY by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |