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IF childhood were not in the world, But only men and women grown; No baby-locks in tendrils curled, No baby-blossoms blown;

Though men were stronger, women fairer, And nearer all delights in reach, And verse and music uttered rarer Tones of more godlike speech;

Though the utmost life of life’s best hours Found, as it cannot now find, words; Though desert sands were sweet as flowers And flowers could sing like birds,

But children never heard them, never They felt a child’s foot leap and run: This were a drearier star than ever Yet looked upon the sun.