Sometimes I can see <br />When I teach <br />Half my children talk <br />Each to each. <br />Then I almost wish <br />I could be <br />Very fierce and they <br />Scared of me. <br />They will all be still <br />For one man <br />Who could never teach <br />As I can. <br />He is kind and strong, <br />Narrow-souled. <br />He has never sought <br />Dangerous gold. <br />If he might do both <br />That were good. <br />In my life I knew <br />One who could. <br />She was dark and sweet, <br />Irish born, <br />Very full of dreams, <br />Full of scorn. <br />Hell and heav'n was she, <br />Like the sun. <br />My dear children need <br />Such a one.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-teachers/
