"I thank Him now, that I can think
Of those same future days,
Nor from the harmless image shrink
Of what I there might see--
Strange babies on their mothers' knee,
Whose soft faces might
From off mine eyelids strike the light,
With looks not meant for me!
Of those same future days,
Nor from the harmless image shrink
Of what I there might see--
Strange babies on their mothers' knee,
Whose soft faces might
From off mine eyelids strike the light,
With looks not meant for me!
Elizabeth Browning - 2
