290. The Toys by Coventry Patmore
b"C Patmore read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\n http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n \\n Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n \\n ---------------------------------------------\\n \\n The Toys\\n by Coventry Patmore (1823 \\u2013 1896)\\n \\n My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes \\n And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, \\n Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, \\n I struck him, and dismiss'd \\n With hard words and unkiss'd, \\n \\u2014 His Mother, who was patient, being dead. \\n Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, \\n I visited his bed, \\n But found him slumbering deep, \\n With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet \\n From his late sobbing wet. \\n And I, with moan, \\n Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; \\n For, on a table drawn beside his head, \\n He had put, within his reach, \\n A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone, \\n A piece of glass abraded by the beach, \\n And six or seven shells, \\n A bottle with bluebells, \\n And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, \\n To comfort his sad heart. \\n So when that night I pray'd \\n To God, I wept, and said: \\n Ah, when at last we lie with tranc\\xe8d breath, \\n Not vexing Thee in death, \\n And Thou rememberest of what toys \\n We made our joys, \\n How weakly understood \\n Thy great commanded good, \\n Then, fatherly not less \\n Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, \\n Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, \\n 'I will be sorry for their childishness.'\\n \\n \\n \\n For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n \\n Reading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"