Children of my happier prime, When One yet lived with me, and threw Her rainbow over life and time, Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you! O, nurtured in sweet pastoral air, And fed on flowers and light, and dew Of morning meadows -- spare, Ah, spare Reproach; spare, and upbraid me not That, yielding scarce to reckless mood But jealous of your future lot, I sealed you in a fate subdued. Have I not saved you from the drear Theft and ignoring which need be The triumph of the insincere Unanimous Mediocrity? Rest therefore, free from all despite, Snugged in the arms of comfortable night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI |