Clang! the quivering signal bell Speeds the circling carrousel. Happy childhood's on a lark, Whirling round the smiling park. Wheezy old orchestrion Calls for feats equestrian, Lunge and lurch and greedy clutch; Rings are snatched with every touch. Round and round they sweep the course, Spurring on each wooden horse. Madly waging mimic strife, Keenly real as grown-up life. Clang! a curly-headed king Plucks the magic gilded ring. Dear, unknowing, lucky child! May your laugh soar ever-wild. May they use you half so well On life's mirthless carrousel. May you never lose your grip Fondly jostling horsemanship. May it never come to pass That the final gold prove brass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |