YOU who to the rounded prime Of a life of toil and stress, Still have kept the morning-time Of glad youth in heart and spirit, So your laugh, as children hear it, Seems their own, no less, -- Take this book of childish rhyme -- The Book of Joyous Children. Their first happiness on earth Here is echoed -- their first glee: Rich, in sooth, the volume's worth -- Not in classic lore, but rich in The child-sagas of the kitchen; -- Therefore, take from me To your heart of childish mirth The Book of Joyous Children. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS |