SONNY BOY (A bust by H. F.)
Reading edition
Grave as a little god, erect and wise, He dares the years that open to his gaze. Brave in his charming beauty, he portrays A bright eternal youth, and in his eyes Sweet moons that are no more. No sad surprise Has gloomed the gay adventure of his ways, And from the flower-lit meadow of the days He leaps clean-hearted to life’s enterprise.