WE will not banish them as they were lost, But in our daily talk their names be most, Nor from our laughter be they shut away. We shall tell over fond old stories of them When they were little and we leant above them Guarding from danger as God's angels may. They come no more as they were used to come, Yet in the quiet dawning and the gloam Whose eyes are in the shadow and whose smile Wavers and vanishes? Oh, is it you, Child, are you come, with darkness and the dew, To sit down and give comfort for a while? To sit down as of old and lay your face On a poor heart you have left comfortless, To draw fond arms about your golden head? So glad because you are not put away Out of familiar things of every day, Like a sad ghost dreaming that he is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER by WALT WHITMAN COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: AT STRATFORD-UPON-AVON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS by CHARLTON ANDREWS MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY PRINCE ARTHUR: THE CRYSTAL PALACES by RICHARD BLACKMORE |