The Child-World--long and long since lost to view-- br A Fairy Paradise!-- br How always fair it was and fresh and new-- br How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes br With treasures of surprise! br br Enchantments tangible: The under-brink br Of dawns that launched the sight br Up seas of gold: The dewdrop on the pink, br With all the green earth in it and blue height br Of heavens infinite: br br The liquid, dripping songs of orchard-birds-- br The wee bass of the bees,-- br With lucent deeps of silence afterwards; br The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze br And glad leaves of the trees. br br * * * * * br br O Child-World: After this world--just as when br I found you first sufficed br My soulmost need--if I found you again, br With all my childish dream so realised, br I should not be surprised.