Poems about Childhood


Poems about Childhood

The Angel that presided o’er my birth
Said, ‘Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth,
Go, love without the help of anything on Earth.’

- William Blake


Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

- A.E.Houseman

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