293. The Child by Sara Coleridge
b"S Coleridge read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Child\\nby Sara Coleridge (1802 \\u2013 1850)\\n\\nSee yon blithe child that dances in our sight!\\nCan gloomy shadows fall from one so bright?\\n Fond mother, whence these fears?\\nWhile buoyantly he rushes o'er the lawn,\\nDream not of clouds to stain his manhood's dawn,\\n Nor dim that sight with tears.\\nNo cloud he spies in brightly glowing hours,\\nBut feels as if the newly vested bowers\\n For him could never fade:\\nToo well we know that vernal pleasures fleet,\\nBut having him, so gladsome, fair, and sweet,\\n Our loss is overpaid.\\n\\nAmid the balmiest flowers that earth can give\\nSome bitter drops distil, and all that live\\n A mingled portion share;\\nBut, while he learns these truths which we lament,\\nSuch fortitude as ours will sure be sent,\\n Such solace to his care.\\n \\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"