English poem
When from my ivied casement I look down
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
When from my ivied casement I look down Upon the garden bathed in sunset glow I see my first ranged in imposing rows Yet distant as the poles, I hear the noise Of merry children romping in their glee; I hear their laughter and I hear my last.
A hero of my youthful days there was, Who, with inquiring mind and hatchet sharp, Upon my whole reached everlasting fame.