T is a BOY whom fourteen years have seen, Smiling, with them, on spring's returning green, A bonny boy, with eye-delighting eyes, Sparkling as stars, and blue as summer's skies, The sentry stars in heaven's blue above, Sleep their sweet daybreak sleep, their watch withdrawn, And birds and bells, in garden, tree, and tower, And breathe, the Hamlet's happy homes among Within the loveliest of wayside bowers, The summer home of loveliest leaves and flowers, Whose buds and blossoms charm the wandering bee, Their balm, their bloom, their beauty, and their joy, Of Queen Titania for her Henchman Boy. II. The doors are open in the house of prayer, The intoning organ's incense-bearing breath, |