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Preface
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The lovegift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.
A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say ‘forget'.
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The stormwind's moody madness-
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow
And childhoods nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For `happy summer days´ gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory-
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
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The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
It shall not touch with breath of bale
And vanish'd summer glory-
For `happy summer days´ gone by,
May tremble through the story,
And though the shadow of a sigh
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
And childhoods nest of gladness.
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow
The stormwind's moody madness-
Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
We are but older children, dear,
A melancholy maiden!
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
With bitter tidings laden,
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
Though envious years would say ‘forget'.
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
The rhythm of our rowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
When summer suns were glowing-
A tale begun in other days,
To listen to my fairy-tale.
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
In thy young life's hereafter-
No thought of me shall find a place
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
I have not seen thy sunny face,
The lovegift of a fairy-tale.
Thy loving smile will surely hail
Are half a life asunder,
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Child of the pure unclouded brow
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