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Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter: No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life's hereafter— Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing— A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing— Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say "forget."