From Generation To Generation Poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
From Generation To Generation
Rating: ★2.6
O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---
Between the love whose name is loss unending
And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,---
Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending
Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: loss,son
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