I SADDEN when thou smilest to my smile, Child of my love! I tremble to believe That o'er the mirror of that eye of blue The shadow of my heart will always pass; -- A heart that, from its struggle with the world, Comes nightly to thy guarded cradle home, And, careless of the staining dust it brings, Asks for its idol! Strange, that flowers of earth Are visited by every air that stirs, And drink in sweetness only, while the child That shuts within its breast a bloom for heaven, May take a blemish from the breath of love, And bear the blight forever. I have wept With gladness at the gift of this fair child! My life is bound up in her. But, oh God! Thou know'st how heavily my heart at times Bears its sweet burthen; and if thou hast given To nurture such as mine this spotless flower, To bring it unpolluted unto thee, @3Take thou its love@1, I pray thee! Give it light -- Though, following the sun, it turn from me! -- But, by the chord thus wrung, and by the light Shining about her, draw me to my child! And link us close, oh God, when near to heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 10. LONELY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO THE SKYLARK by BERNARD BARTON |