A Child-World

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.                  *             *             *             *             *         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.