Children of wealth in your warm nursery,
Set in the cushioned window-seat to watch
The volleying snow, guarded invisibly
By the clear double pane through which no touch
Untimely penetrates, you cannot tell
What winter means; its cruel truths to you
Are only sound and sight; your citadel
Is safe from feeling, and from knowledge too.
Go down, go out to elemental wrong,
Waste your too round limbs, tan your skin too white;
The glass of comfort, ignorance, seems strong
To-day, and yet perhaps this very night
You'll wake to horror's wrecking fireÂyour home
Is wired within for this, in every room.
Children Of Wealth In Your Warm Nursery
Elizabeth Daryush
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Poem topics: children, fire, home, night, snow, winter, white, wealth, room, clear, strong, knowledge, skin, wrong, touch, ignorance, warm, waste, comfort, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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