Monday, August 30, 2010

Childlike Joy.

This is a poem from Alice in Wonderland, it embodies the spirit of childlike wonder and joy. I wish everyone still had this sense of beauty and adventure ... I'm sure we all do if we dig down deep. :)

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."

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
   With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
   A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
   The storm-wind's moody madness--
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow
  And childhood's nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And though the shadow of a sigh 
  May tremble through the story,
For "happy summer days" gone by,
  And vanish'd summer glory--
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasance of our fairy tale.

by Lewis Carroll