He looked in all His wisdom from the throne <br />Down on that humble boy who kept the sheep, <br />And sent a dove; the dove returned alone: <br />Youth liked the music, but soon fell asleep. <br /> <br />But He had planned such future for the youth: <br />Surely, His duty now was to compel. <br />For later he would come to love the truth, <br />And own his gratitude. His eagle fell. <br /> <br />It did not work. His conversation bored <br />The boy who yawned and whistled and made faces, <br />And wriggled free from fatherly embraces; <br /> <br />But with the eagle he was always willing <br />To go where it suggested, and adored <br />And learnt from it so many ways of killing.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ganymede-2/
