On Rembrandt; Occasioned By His Picture Of Jacob’s Dream
July 6, 2023Art
July 6, 2023Boyhood
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
The minutes parting one by one like rays,
That fade upon a summer’s eve.
But O, what charm or magic numbers
Can give me back the gentle slumbers
Those weary, happy days did leave?
When by my bed I saw my mother kneel,
And with her blessing took her nightly kiss;
Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;–
E’en now that nameless kiss I feel.