Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Mary Lamb. 17651847511. A Child
A CHILD ‘s a plaything for an hour; | |
Its pretty tricks we try | |
For that or for a longer space— | |
Then tire, and lay it by. | |
But I knew one that to itself | 5 |
All seasons could control; | |
That would have mock’d the sense of pain | |
Out of a grievèd soul. | |
Thou straggler into loving arms, | |
Young climber-up of knees, | 10 |
When I forget thy thousand ways | |
Then life and all shall cease. |