ENVOI
Reading edition
Child, do you love the flower Ashine with colour and dew Lighting its transient hour? So I love you.
The lambs in the mead are at play, 'Neath a hurdle the shepherd's asleep; From height to height of the day The sunbeams sweep.
Evening will come. And alone The dreamer the dark will beguile; All the world will be gone For a dream's brief while.
Then I shall be old; and away: And you, with sad joy in your eyes, Will brood over children at play With as loveful surmise.
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