Tuesday, April 28, 2015

As I read the following stanza of Longfellow's poem on children, the words pricked me because it speaks of vanishing zeal and vision.

"O, little hearts, that throb and beat
With much impatient, feverish heat,
  Such limitless and strong desires;
Mine, that so long has glowed and burned,
With passions into ashes turned,
  Now covers and conceals its fires."  

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