Ann Taylor

Here you will find the Poem The Childs Monitor of poet Ann Taylor

The Childs Monitor

THE wind blows down the largest tree, 
And yet the wind I cannot see! 
Playmates far off, who have been kind, 
My thought can bring before my mind; 
The past by it is present brought, 
And yet I cannot see my thought;
The charming rose scents all the air, 
Yet I can see no perfume there. 
Blithe Robin's notes how sweet, how clear! 
From his small bill they reach my ear, 
And whilst upon the air they float, 
I hear, yet cannot see a note. 
When I would do what is forbid, 
By something in my heart I'm chid; 
When good, I think, then quick and pat, 
That something says, 'My child, do that:' 
When I too near the stream would go, 
So pleased to see the waters flow, 

That something says, without a sound, 
'Take care, dear child, you may be drown'd: ' 
And for the poor whene'er I grieve,
That something says, 'A penny give.' 

Thus something very near must be, 
Although invisible to me; 
Whate'er I do, it sees me still: 
O then, good Spirit, guide my will.