BOYHOOD
Reading edition
By Washington Allston
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! The minutes parting one by one like rays, That fade upon a summer’s eve. But O, what charm or magic numbers Can give me back the gentle slumbers Those weary, happy days did leave? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;— E’en now that nameless kiss I feel.