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Child of the Pure Unclouded Brow by Lewis Carroll Read for LibriVox.org by Lee Salter, Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania, USA 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 o'errowing.
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 winds moody madness
Within the firelight's ruddy glow And childhood's nest of gladness The magic word 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 vanished summer glory It shall not touch with breath of Baal The pleasance of our fairy tale
End of poem This recording is in the public domain.
