Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A CHILD OF FANCY (1), by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: My little dove, my little lamb Last Line: My little lamb, my little dove! Subject(s): Innocence | ||||||||
MY little dove, my little lamb, In whom again a child I am; My innocent, on whose fair head The glories of the unknown are shed; Who thro' the laughing summer day Spendest the rosy hours in play, Too much by joyous life possest To give a willing thought to rest; Who, with the earliest shades of night, White-robed, in happy slumbers light, Recallest in thy stainless calm An angel resting from its psalm; Whence art thou come? What power could teach The secret of thy broken speech? What agile limb, what stalwart arm, Like thy sweet feebleness can charm? With what a rapture of surprise This fair world meets thy steadfast eyes, As if they saw reflected there Faint images of scenes more fair. Leaving another heaven behind, A heaven on earth thou cam'st to find; This world, so full of misery, Opens celestial gates for thee. Oh! if thou mightst not e'er grow wise With the sad learning born of sighs; If those soft eyes might never here Grow dim for any bitter tear. Vain thought, -- no creature born of earth Blooms best 'neath cloudless skies of mirth; Only soft rains and clouds can dress Life's tree with flowers of blessedness Whate'er the lot thy fate shall give, At least, while life is mine to live, Thou shalt not lack a share of love, My little lamb, my little dove! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HORATIAN VIRTUE by ANTHONY HECHT MONOLOGUE BEFORE AN INNOCENT BEING PRISONED IN A TREE by MARY KINZIE THE EROTIC PHILOSOPHERS by KIZER. CAROLYN THE LANDLADY OF THE WHINTON INN TELLS A STORY by AMY LOWELL THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE FUGITIVE by AMIRI BARAKA A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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