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James Whitcomb Riley - A Child-World
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_The Child-World--long and long since lost to view--
      A Fairy Paradise!--
  How always fair it was and fresh and new--
    How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes
      With treasures of surprise!

  Enchantments tangible: The under-brink
      Of dawns that launched the sight
  Up seas of gold: The dewdrop on the pink,
    With all the green earth in it and blue height
      Of heavens infinite:

  The liquid, dripping songs of orchard-birds--
      The wee bass of the bees,--
  With lucent deeps of silence afterwards;
    The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze
      And glad leaves of the trees.

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  O Child-World: After this world--just as when
      I found you first sufficed
  My soulmost need--if I found you again,
    With all my childish dream so realised,
      I should not be surprised._
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