The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.
The child is father of the man.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
The child shall become father to the man.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.