To Mrs. Guy Wyndham <br /> <br /> <br />The heart of a boy is full of light, <br />Naked of self, quite pure and clean, <br />No shadows lurk in it: it is bright <br />Where God Himself hath been. <br /> <br />I looked in a boy's heart and saw <br />How its desire was white desire, <br />Burning upward, as winds might draw <br />The flame of a candle higher. <br /> <br />What was the heart's desire that burned <br />Like a white candle stirred in a breeze? <br />Power or glory or honour earned? <br />Love that is more than these? <br /> <br />The heart of a boy has but one goal. <br />The flying Danger smiles as she flies, <br />Makes her own of him, heart and soul, <br />With the lure of her lovely eyes. <br /> <br />The boy's heart now is set on a star, <br />A sword for the weak against the strong, <br />A young knight riding forth to the War <br />Who dies to right the wrong.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-of-a-boy/
