Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
For Time gives thee
Unlicensed hours,
To run in fields,
And roll in flowers.
A little boy
Can life enjoy;
If but to see
The horses pass,
When shut indoors
Behind the glass.
Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
Fear not, like man,
The kick of wrath,
That you do lie
In some one's path.
Time is to thee
Eternity,
As to a bird
Or butterfly;
And in that faith
True joy doth lie.
The Boy
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: butterfly, faith, fear, life, bird, eternity, true, enjoy, glass, time, I love you, I miss you, joy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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