البوابه
من طرف | A CHILD 's a plaything for an hour; | |
| Its pretty tricks we try | |
| For that or for a longer space— | |
| Then tire, and lay it by. | |
| But I knew one that to itself | 5 |
| All seasons could control; | |
| That would have mock'd the sense of pain | |
| Out of a grievèd soul. | |
| Thou straggler into loving arms, | |
| Young climber-up of knees, | 10 |
| When I forget thy thousand ways | |
| Then life and all shall cease. |
A Child
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تاريخ التسجيل : 29/09/2008