Poems about Childhood
“The Angel that presided o’er my birth
Said, ‘Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth,
Go, love without the help of anything on Earth.’
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
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