I wish I had not come to man's estate, I wish I was a silly urchin still, With bounding pulses, and a heart elate To meet whatever came of good or ill. Of good or ill! Not knowing what was good, But groping to a better than I knew; And guessing deeper than I understood; And hoping truths that seemed to be untrue. Of good or ill! When, so it often seems, There is no good at all but only ill. Alas, the sunny summer-time of dreams! 8he dragons I had nerved my hand to kill! The maid I could have rescued, and the queen Whose champion long ago I might have been! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON CHRISTMAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SOCIAL JUSTICE by ERNEST BRADLEY HECTOR IN THE GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |