IMPATIENT of his childhood, "Ah me!" exclaims young Arthur, Whilst roving in the wild wood, "I wish I were my father!" Meanwhile, to see his Arthur So skip, and play, and run, "Ah me!" exclaims the father, "I wish I were my son!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS A BALLAD OF HELL by JOHN DAVIDSON THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH |