When young and small
I knew not the world
Some brought me poetry
The eyes and ears of those
Who’d come before
And seen the heavens
And the earth
And heard their voice
That has gone out to the end of the world
I was made happy to know
Of bows of burning gold
Chariots of fire
And birds who quoted “Nevermore.”
And dimpling streams
And haunted greens
And I learned songs
And sang them
And thus inhabited this world
And knew my steps
Who fills the hearts of children now?
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