Children of wealth in your warm nursery,
Set in the cushioned window-seat to watch
The volleying snow, guarded invisibly
By the clear double pane through which no touch
Untimely penetrates, you cannot tell
What winter means; its cruel truths to you
Are only sound and sight; your citadel
Is safe from feeling, and from knowledge too.
Go down, go out to elemental wrong,
Waste your too round limbs, tan your skin too white;
The glass of comfort, ignorance, seems strong
To-day, and yet perhaps this very night
You'll wake to horror's wrecking fire your home
Is wired within for this, in every room.
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hi im anna , im doing my o levels and are to have this poem in our syllabus,its good but i wish i could get the summary of the poem , like notes or the theme of the poem, but the poem is siimply too good describibng that overprotectiveness is dangerous and harmfull, as the things that provide them shelter rite now will serve as something horrifying in the end!
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