These laughter-honeyed children, dirty-faced And boisterous, silently fit the mold That formed the nightingale and marigold, The crisp black ant and all that have embraced A childhood of some sort. For simply placed Are they in such positions they will swear No sweeter song, nor scent, nor town is there Than theirs. Who have unearthly beauty faced Declare it kin and common: men insist They are not awed and, shadow-weary, must Outshine a god they do not see. The gist They are of earth, this sheenless blob of dust, This midget moon that short-legged struts and runs In the arch company of stars and burning suns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |