IF childhood were not in the world, But only men and women grown; No baby-locks in tendrils curled, No baby-blossoms blown; Though men were stronger, women fairer, And nearer all delights in reach, And verse and music uttered rarer Tones of more godlike speech; Though the utmost life of life's best hours Found, as it cannot now find, words; Though desert sands were sweet as flowers And flowers could sing like birds, But children never heard them, never They felt a child's foot leap and run: This were a drearier star than ever Yet looked upon the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |