To Any Reader
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear; he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.
-R. L. Stevenson
Since it seems to be Stevenson week around here...
This is the final poem, after several other dedications, in A Child's Garden of Verses. Even if you've read it before, it's probably been a while. 😉
Poem for a Thursday is a meme originated by Jennifer at Holds Upon Happiness. Brona also has a poem this week.
I love this poem! Thanks so much for sharing it.ReplyDelete
i love it alsoReplyDelete
Glad you did.Delete
Oh yay! RLS! I'm almost finished his travels with Modestine. I'll read your review then but I'm quite enjoying it!ReplyDelete
Looking forward to your thoughts. It is a lot of fun!Delete
I love that collection. Now...you may have hooked me with this.ReplyDelete
Child's Garden of Verses is pretty great. It had been so long since I'd read it.Delete