The Joy of Childhood
Down the dimpled green-sward dancing Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing Love's irregular little levy. Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, Like bright ripples on a river. Tipsy band of rubious faces, Flushed with joy's etheral spirit, Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it!
George Darley (1796-1846)