Fannie Stearns Davis
Fannie Stearns Davis Poems
|4.||The Ancient Beautiful Things||4/21/2010|
|5.||The Forbidden Lure||4/21/2010|
|9.||Between The Road And The Harbor||4/21/2010|
|11.||Up A Hill And A Hill||4/21/2010|
|13.||The Ancient Beautiful Things||1/4/2003|
|14.||The Narrow Doors||4/21/2010|
|15.||The Strange Things Of The Sea||4/21/2010|
|17.||For A Child||4/21/2010|
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For A Child
Your friends shall be the Tall Wind,
The River and the Tree;
The Sun that laughs and marches,
The Swallows and the Sea.
Your prayers shall be the murmur
Of grasses in the rain;
The song of wildwood thrushes
That makes God glad again.
And you shall run and wander,
And you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and bright things
Beyond the swallow's wings.
And you shall envy no man,
Nor hurt your heart with sighs,
For I will keep you simple
That God may make you wise.
O brown brook, O blithe brook, what will you say to me
If I take off my heavy shoon and wade you childishly?
O take them off, and come to me.
You shall not fall. Step merrily!
But, cool brook, but, quick brook, and what if I should float
White-bodied in your pleasant pool, your bubbles at my throat?