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Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
And half a life asunder,
Thy lotting smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
And half a life asunder,
Thy lotting smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter:
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter—
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale,
Nor heard thy silver laughter:
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter—
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale,
A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing—
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing—
Whose eohoes live in memory yet.
Through envious years would say "forget."
When summer suns were glowing—
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing—
Whose eohoes live in memory yet.
Through envious years would say "forget."
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden.
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
With bitter tidings laden.
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
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