Metrical Friday: The Little Boy Lost
The Little Boy Lost
By William Blake
‘Father! father! where are you going?
O do not walk so fast.
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.’
The night was dark, no father was there;
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, & the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.
14. July 2006 at 4:07 pm :
It is amazing the responsibility that we have as fathers. The idea of not being there for my son and wife if I were to die, to take care of them, scares me more than death itself.