Children

Children by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hearing children at play, the speaker calls them near and says perplexing questions have vanished. Their sunshine and flowing thoughts contrast with the speaker's inward autumn and snow; their affection outweighs bookish wisdom, and they are called living poems.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Childhood Poetry · 328 words

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Come to me, O ye children! / For I hear you at your play, / And the questions that perplexed me / Have vanished quite away.

Ye open the eastern windows, / That look towards the sun, / Where thoughts are singing swallows / And the brooks of morning run.

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childhood · children's play · affection · adult worries · bookish wisdom

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