To My Daughter
Stephen Spender
Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
My daughter, as we walk together now,
All my life I'll feel a ring invisibly
Circle this bone with shining: when she is grown
Far from today as her eyes are far already.
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- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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