The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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FRAGMENT.
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FRAGMENT.
TO AN INFANT.
Thou pretty, witless, helpless thing,
With eyes so mildly blue,
And looks, for ever wandering
'Mid a world so bright and new;
And round soft arm, and fairy hand,
Too restless to be held;
And smiles, that come without command,
And vanish uncompell'd:
Sweet marvel! how we gaze on thee—
With eyes so mildly blue,
And looks, for ever wandering
'Mid a world so bright and new;
And round soft arm, and fairy hand,
Too restless to be held;
And smiles, that come without command,
And vanish uncompell'd:
Sweet marvel! how we gaze on thee—
No haunting thoughts of heretofore,
No bodings of hereafter,—
Thou pourest forth for evermore
Thine own sweet song of laughter;
A fold wherein rich meanings lie,
Joy's language in the bud;
Like a stranger's speech, whose tone and eye
Half make it understood.
No bodings of hereafter,—
Thou pourest forth for evermore
Thine own sweet song of laughter;
A fold wherein rich meanings lie,
Joy's language in the bud;
Like a stranger's speech, whose tone and eye
Half make it understood.
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