CHILDLIKE IN THINE INNOCENCE.
Childlike in thine innocence
Thou dost rise before my view,
With thy locks of glossy brown,
And thine eyes of azure hue.
Years have passed since last we met,
But as drops of water they,
When I measure them with hours
Passed when children out at play.
Thou dost rise before my view,
With thy locks of glossy brown,
And thine eyes of azure hue.
Years have passed since last we met,
But as drops of water they,
When I measure them with hours
Passed when children out at play.
Years have passed—and what art thou?
Thou wast once so glad and wild,
Can I picture to myself
Thee as other than a child?
Can the feelings we possessed
Pass with lapse of years away?
They are linked within my breast
Round the beautiful and gay;
Thou wast once so glad and wild,
Can I picture to myself
Thee as other than a child?
Can the feelings we possessed
Pass with lapse of years away?
They are linked within my breast
Round the beautiful and gay;
Round the beautiful and gay;—
Hast thou still the magic spell,
Which my heart hath ever loved,
Loved so long and loved so well?
Hast thou still the magic spell,
Which my heart hath ever loved,
Loved so long and loved so well?
