I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flood stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
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From "A Prayer for My Daughter," by
William Butler Yeats
2 comments:
"I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour"
I love that line.
You have one of the best daddy hearts ever....
I am always blessed to see what you write about Schuyler.
"Shaving" by Stephen Dobyns has always reminded me of Schuyler. And hey, someone typed it! How exciting! It is here:
http://dmorgen.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-doesnt-end-because-its-may.html
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