Anecdote for Fathers is a poem written by William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with the 1798 joint publication Lyrical Ballads....

 and is included in the Lyrical Ballads

Lyrical Ballads

Lyrical Ballads, with a Few Other Poems is a collection of poems by William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, first published in 1798 and generally considered to have marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature...

I have a boy of five years old;

His face is fair and fresh to see;

His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,

And dearly he loves me.
One morn we strolled on our dry walk,

Our quiet home all full in view,

And held such intermitted talk

As we are wont to do.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;

I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,

Our pleasant home when spring began,

A long, long year before.
A day it was when I could bear

Some fond regrets to entertain;

With so much happiness to spare,

I could not feel a pain.
The green earth echoed to the feet

Of lambs that bounded through the glade,

From shade to sunshine, and as fleet

From sunshine back to shade.
Birds warbled round me -- and each trace

of inward sadness had its charm;

Kilve, thought I, was a favored place,

And so is Liswyn farm.
My boy beside me tripped, so slim

And graceful in his rustic dress!

And, as we talked, I questioned him,

In very idleness.
Now tell me, had you rather be,

I said, and took him by the arm,

On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,

Or here at Liswyn farm?
In careless mood he looked at me,

While still I held him by the arm,

And said, At Kilve I'd rather be

Than here at Liswyn farm.
Now, little Edward, say why so:

My little Edward, tell me why. --

I cannot tell, I do not know. --

Why, this is strange, said I;
For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:

There surely must some reason be

Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm

For Kilve by the green sea.
At this, my boy hung down his head,

He blushed with shame, nor made reply;

And three times to the child I said,

Why, Edward, tell me why?
His head he raised -- there was in sight,

It caught his eye, he saw it plain --

Upon the house-top, glittering bright,

A broad and gilded vane.
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,

And eased his mind with this reply:

At Kilve there was no weather-cock;

And that's the reason why.
O dearest, dearest boy! my heart

For better lore would seldom yearn,

Could I but teach the hundredth part

Of what from thee I learn.

About the Poem

The poem is a description of a conversation between a father and son told from the perspective of the father, it is a criticism of the adult need for reason and a celebration of childhood. The poem tries to show how adults should learn from children and echoes Wordsworth's idea that 'The child is father to the man'