A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks, A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks, And towers that touch imaginary skies. A fearless rider on his father's knee, An eager listener unto stories told At the Round Table of the nursery, Of heroes and adventures manifold. There will be other towers for thee to build; There will be other steeds for thee to ride; There will be other legends, and all filled With greater marvels and more glorified. Build on, and make thy castles high and fair, Rising and reaching upward to the skies; Listen to voices in the upper air, Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN |