Category: Patmore
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‘The Toys’ by Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)
My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobeyed, I struck him, and dismissed With hard words and unkissed, 5 His mother, who was patient, being dead. Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found…