A Child-World

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

The 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!

Enchantments 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:

The 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.

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O 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 realised,
I should not be surprised.

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