STAY near me–do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father’s family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:–with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
- William Wordsworth
I liked it. When I was small I like to remember poem like this. Let, try to present it to children.
Any thoughts?
Comment by Anara — November 4, 2008 @ 11:57 am
Yeah, it took me back through the years too. To the children it shall be presented
Comment by Carro — November 14, 2008 @ 5:10 am