There's a child in my heart that sings and sings, "O life is love and life is fair;" When my heart has peace and the spirit has wings, Then I know that the child is singing there. When the restless, midnight vigils I keep, And suffer for trifles which pass away, I know that the child in my heart is asleep. Ah me! Will it wake another day? When I fret at the burden of hourly strife, I know that the child from my soul has fled. Woe is me for the joy that is lost to my life, If ever the child in my heart be dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |