II
I was a child, knee-deep in the rugged daisies;
Small head level with bright bold heads tossed free.
Brown eyes following farm and meadow mazes:
Little heart one with nature, flower, and tree;
Friend with the birds . . . Then childhood passed, on a sudden as pure dawn's haze is
Kissed to glorious morning, and all eyes see,
Standing young as the June, little heart's pulse set free
Throbbed to the song that the soul of the whole world's lays is:—
A child in the home-land meadows,
Belovèd, I dreamed of thee.
Small head level with bright bold heads tossed free.
Brown eyes following farm and meadow mazes:
Little heart one with nature, flower, and tree;
Friend with the birds . . . Then childhood passed, on a sudden as pure dawn's haze is
Kissed to glorious morning, and all eyes see,
Standing young as the June, little heart's pulse set free
Throbbed to the song that the soul of the whole world's lays is:—
A child in the home-land meadows,
Belovèd, I dreamed of thee.
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