Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea

GIRT with a boyish garb for boyish task,
 Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
  The tale he loves to tell.

Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,
 Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life
  Empty of all delight!

Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
 Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he owns that tenderest joy,
  The heart-love of a child!

Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
 Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days---
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
  Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!

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