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Poem by Edgar Albert Guest


Memory


I stood and watched him playing,
A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying
The years that used to be;
In him the boy was Maying
Who once belonged to me.

The selfsame brown his eyes were
As those that once I knew;
As glad and gay his cries were,
He owned his laughter, too.
His features, form and size were
My baby's, through and through.

His ears were those I'd sung to;
His chubby little hands
Were those that I had clung to;
His hair in golden strands
It seemed my heart was strung to
By love's unbroken bands.

With him I lived the old days
That seem so far away;
The beautiful and bold days
When he was here to play;
The sunny and the gold days
Of that remembered May.

I know not who he may be
Nor where his home may be,
But I shall every day be
In hope again to see
The image of the baby
Who once belonged to me.



Edgar Albert Guest


Edgar Albert Guest's other poems:
  1. The Old-Fashioned Pair
  2. When Mother Cooked with Wood
  3. As It Is!
  4. On Going Home for Christmas
  5. The Scoffer


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Oliver Goldsmith Memory ("O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver")
  • Christina Rossetti Memory ("I nursed it in my bosom while it lived")
  • William Browne Memory ("SO shuts the marigold her leaves")
  • Thomas Aldrich Memory ("My mind lets go a thousand things")
  • George Horton Memory ("Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream")
  • John Tabb Memory ("I go not to the grave to weep")
  • Jones Very Memory ("Soon the waves so lightly bounding")

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