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 “Little son, who are you?” ’Mid quick kiss on kiss I question’d him: “Who are you all? What place is this?” Nestling, as to pierce within Ah! my willing side, Loving, beloved, He replied: “I am but I—the playmate Of those with whom I play, And of the Sun, and of the Sea, And of the shining Day. But the Day and the Sun, and the singing, shining Sea Ever say: ‘Be happy! Be happy! Immortally ye may, For ever innocent, Untouch’d, untroubled, Satisfied, unsated For ever, laugh and play! Life cannot break you, Sin cannot unmake you, Nor Love forsake you— Happy every way! O ye Eternal Children, Never brought to birth! Ye Dream-Children, of lovers Childless upon earth!’”

Son! Little Son indeed! with whose brave eyes Search you my heart?.... Kind God! can so one little curve of lip Bridge worlds apart?....