“Tell her this
And more,—
That the king of the seas
Weeps too, old, helpless man.
The bustling fates
Heap his hands with corpses
Until he stands like a child
With surplus of toys.”

— Stephen Crane

Source: Complete Poems of Stephen Crane

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American novelist, short story writer, poet, and journalist 1871–1900

Stephen Spender (1909–1995) English poet and man of letters

"Fall of a City"
Selected Poems (1941)
Context: All the lessons learned, unlearned;
The young, who learned to read, now blind
Their eyes with an archaic film;
The peasant relapses to a stumbling tune
Following the donkey`s bray;
These only remember to forget. But somewhere some word presses
On the high door of a skull and in some corner
Of an irrefrangible eye
Some old man memory jumps to a child
— Spark from the days of energy.
And the child hoards it like a bitter toy.

“Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald book Tender Is the Night

Source: Tender Is the Night

“A child shows his toy, a man hides his.”

Antonio Porchia (1885–1968) Italian Argentinian poet

El niño muestra su juguete, el hombre lo esconde.
Voces (1943)

“For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping
than he can understand.”

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright

The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1
Crossways (1889)
Variant: Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Context: p>Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p