CHILDREN, do you ever, In walks by land or sea, Meet a little maiden Long time lost to me! She is gay and gladsome, Has a laughing face, And a heart as sunny; And her name is Grace. Naught she knows of sorrow, Naught of doubt or blight; Heaven is just above her -- All her thoughts are white. Long time since I lost her, That other Me of mine; She crossed into Time's shadow Out of Youth's sunshine. Now the darkness keeps her; And, call her as I will, The years that lie between us Hide her from me still. I am dull and pain-worn, And lonely as can be -- Oh, children, if you meet her, Send back my other Me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |