Poem Children によって Henry Longfellow
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear あなた at your play,
And the 質問 that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are 歌う swallows
And the brooks of morning run.
In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung または said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear あなた at your play,
And the 質問 that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are 歌う swallows
And the brooks of morning run.
In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung または said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
A piece of sky
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A 日 never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A ビーチ found
And turned apart,
In 検索 of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
によって a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A 日 never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A ビーチ found
And turned apart,
In 検索 of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
によって a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
A poem
によって edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that 表示する what あなた are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal または meand または make あなた smile または laugh または be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better または worse witch ever あなた deside.
thanks so much for 読書 this guys and even if あなた do not write poems try it あなた mite think its fun i hope あなた injoyed this.
によって edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that 表示する what あなた are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal または meand または make あなた smile または laugh または be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better または worse witch ever あなた deside.
thanks so much for 読書 this guys and even if あなた do not write poems try it あなた mite think its fun i hope あなた injoyed this.
