Excerpt from Poems
I drank the dream-white draughts of poetry Drank deep the love and gloom that never die. Nature's white-handed wand is full of dreams Of all, this is the most poetic touch, The baby arms about the mother's neck Sweet picture Nature ever loves to paint, And ever paints in heaven-haunted homes I What is a baby's face with wistful eyes?
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