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Show (!!;be ®raclc of tbc <'Dolbfiobco I watched you then a curious boy, Who in your beauty found full joy, And, by no problem-debts distrest, Sate at life's board a welcome guest. You were my sister's pets, not mine ; But Property's dividing line No hint of dispossession drew On any map my simplesse knew; 0 golden age, not yet dethroned ! What made me happy, that I owned ; You were my wonders, you my Lars, In darkling days my sun and stars, And over you entranced I hung, Too young to know that I was young. Gazing with still unsated bliss, My fancies took some shape like this : " I have my world, and so have you, A tiny universe for two, A bubble by the artist blown, Scarcely more fragile than our own, Where you have all a whale could wish, '4 |