The greatest poem ever known br Is one all poets have outgrown: br The poetry, innate, untold, br Of being only four years old. br br Still young enough to be a part br Of Nature's great impulsive heart, br Born comrade of bird, beast, and tree br And unselfconscious as the bee- br br And yet with lovely reason skilled br Each day new paradise to build; br Elate explorer of each sense, br Without dismay, without pretense! br br In your unstained transparent eyes br There is no conscience, no surprise: br Life's queer conundrums you accept, br Your strange divinity still kept.