Second Childhood

 Some deem I'm gentle, some I'm kind:
It may be so,--I cannot say.

I know I have a simple mind
And see things in a simple way;
And like a child I love to play.


I love to toy with pretty words
And syllable them into rhyme;
To make them sing like sunny birds
In happy droves with silver chime,
In dulcet groves in summer time.


I pray, with hair more white than grey,
And second childhood coming on,
That yet with wonderment I may
See life as in its lucent dawn,
And be by beauty so beguiled
 I'll sing as sings a child.

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