Lo! as a little child


 * Lo! as a little child

Looks from its window on a mighty town, And sees the roofs as far as eye can reach, But thinks not, knows not&mdash;nay, will not believe&mdash; That there are Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Homes All like his own, a thousand homely talks, Manners, and custom&mdash;so I saw the world With millions of my brethren. Then I wrote; And all my verse sprang fire-new from a brain That loved it and believed it. But the world Coldly, in silence, passed my numbers by. Therefore I sang in fury! When the years Brought with them coolness, all too late I found There were ten thousand, thousand thoughts like mine!