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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON BEING TOLD THAT MY CHILD RESEMBLES ME, by MARY SINTON LEITCH Poet's Biography
First Line: I would not have you of my fashioning
Last Line: Of all my aspirations, blossoming from their dust!
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
First Line: I would not have you of my fashioning
Last Line: Of all my aspirations, blossoming from their dust!
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
I would not have you of my fashioning,
Sweet child -- not yours these hands that spill the wine
Life proffers! You, with steadier grasp than mine,
Shall lift the chalice high;
Shall drink and, drinking, sing
The song that on my lips would never reach the sky!
Not yours these faltering feet, these straining eyes
That cannot see the stars for mists of earth!
Oh, naught have I to give you of my dearth!
For your clear gaze shall see
Beauty through all disguise,
And winged shall be your feet like those of Mercury!
Yet for your voice of sweetness and of power
My voice shall set the key; my candle-light
Shall fire your torch to flame through all the night.
Be, dear one -- if you must
Be aught of me -- the flower
Of all my aspirations, blossoming from their dust!
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