@3THE Child-World -- long and long since lost to view -- A Fairy Paradise! -- How always fair it was and fresh and new -- How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes With treasures of surprise!@1 @3Enchantments tangible: The under-brink Of dawns that launched the sight Up seas of gold: The dewdrop on the pink, With all the green earth in it and blue height Of heavens infinite:@1 @3The liquid, dripping songs of orchard-birds -- The wee bass of the bees, -- With lucent deeps of silence afterwards; The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze And glad leaves of the trees.@1 . . . . . . . . . . . @3O Child-World: After this world -- just as when I found you first sufficed My soulmost need -- if I found you again, With all my childish dream so realized, I should not be surprised.@1 |