CHILDREN

By William Rose Benét

Children, we played at games — your laughter still is round me.

Children, we called each other's names. I hid — you found me.

Children, we went in search of death, and came back often.

Children, we prayed with equal breath — no time can soften!

Children, I loved your pretty looks, your eyebrow lifted.

Children, we wandered story-books and star-dust sifted.

Children, we plucked amazing flowers in a walled garden.

Children, we dreamed through healing hours — no time can harden!