Quote#Children
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play
Quote byArthur Hugh Clough · 1819–1861
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Thoughts of Home, st. 1.
English (original)
I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves, and childish cares, and a child’s own buoyant gladness Came gushing back again to me with a soft and solemn sadness; And feelings frozen up full long, and thoughts of long ago, Seemed to be thawing at my heart with a warm and sudden flow.
— Arthur Hugh Clough
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