Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XXXIII.
Days of my childhood, when, where wild flow'rs grew,From morn I've stray'd till twilight gloom'd again,
When I recall my long since pleasures, then
So sweet, so pure, so simple, and so true,
Mine eyes grow misty with regretful dew,
To think that like a dream they're gone;—I yearn
And sigh for bliss that never can return,—
So lov'd when lost—and so unprized when new!
And well may I weep o'er the joys that smiled
Long past—well linger 'mid the times that were,
I who retain the weakness of the child
Without the simpleness;—my moments are
As wayward, and as wasteful, and as wild,
—But oh! not innocent, nor void of care.
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