|
|
Childhood Calls
By John Frederick Freeman
Come over, come over the deepening river,
Come over again the dark torrent of years,
Come over, come back where the green leaves quiver,
And the lilac still blooms and the grey sky clears.
Come, come back to the everlasting garden,
To that green heaven, and the blue heaven above.
Come back to the time when time brought no burden
And love was unconscious, knowing not love.
Extra Info:
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 497 times.
|
|
