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Ode; Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood I. there was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light,— The glory and the freshness of the dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore: ... Poet: William Wordsworth	Poems of Childhood/Armenian Lullaby If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies, My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree, With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee---... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/At the Door I thought myself, indeed, secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My parent ear with timorous knock. My heart were stone could it withstand The sweetness of my... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/Beard and Baby I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber's bullet, I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle,... Poet:
Poems of Childhood/Christmas Treasures I count my treasures o'er with care,--- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time, My little one---my all to me--- ... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/Cobbler and Stork COBBLER Stork, I am justly wroth, For thou hast wronged me sore; The ash roof-tree that shelters thee Shall shelter thee no more! STORK Full fifty years I 've dwelt ... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/Jewish Lullaby My harp is on the willow-tree, Else would I sing, O love, to thee A song of long-ago--- Perchance the song that Miriam sung Ere yet Judea's heart was wrung By centuries of woe. I ate my crust... Poet:	S—— in Childhood on the Nursery floor *** * *** S—— in Childhood on the Nursery floor Was extreme Old & most extremely poor He is grown old & rich & what he will He is extreme old & extreme poor still Poet:
Poems of Childhood/A Valentine Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you. And, though her hair is snowy white, Her eyes still have their maiden blue, And on her checks, as fair as thine, Methinks a girlish blush... Poet: