Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Arthur Stringer
On a Child's Portrait.
Deep in the fluted hollow of its shell,
Dimly some echo of the ocean dwells.
Still in September's fruitage, mellow-cored,
The filtered sweets of golden noons are stored.
And shimmering on a blue-birds migrant wings
Some poignant touch of June's lost azure clings.
Still in the rustling sheaf today there gleams
The lingering gold of April's vanished dreams.
Still in the cell of the autumnal bee
I find lost Summer in epitome.
And all that better life that I would lead,
Writ small in this, one childish face, I read.