Oh, rosy as the lining of a shell Were the wee hands that now are white as snows; And like pink coral, with their elfin toes, The feet that on life's brambles never fell. And with its tiny smile, adorable The mouth that never knew life's bitter sloes; And like the incurved petal of a rose The little ear, now deaf in Death's strong spell. Now, while the seasons in their order roll, And sun and rain pour down from God's great dome, And deathless stars shine nightly overhead, Near other children, with her little doll, She waits the wizard that will never come To wake the sleep-struck playground of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |