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
"I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour"
ReplyDeleteI 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:
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