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<h2>To an old Friend</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> A tongue of lambent living flame Stirs lightly when I hear your name, Your features delicate and rare, Quiver with every thought you bear; It ever was a strange delight To see your charming face alight, To sit with you awhile apart And hear the beating of your heart, Or watch the message from your brain Into your eyes then back again. </div> <div class="stanza"> And still it is my fairest dream— That delicate ethereal gleam, The fire that played behind your face, Lighting it with such fairy grace; Such intuition sweet and wild; Why should you always be a child? </div> <div class="stanza"> You cannot ever hope to grow Into a woman; oh dear no! The fairies never would allow Such desecration; so that, now, You must be reconciled to stay For ever as you are to-day. [58]What an enchanting fate is this! Eternally a child to be, Laughing with that untroubled bliss That only haunts the fancy free: Yes, yours is happiness indeed; Barefoot to roam the woodland vale, All careless, though your feet should bleed Because you hear the nightingale; All heedless, though the thorns should tear, And though the pain be fierce and wild, For Nature gives to you her kiss; And you will always be her child. </div> </div> [59] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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