Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale
You may seek it with thimbles - and seek it with care; You may hunt it with forks and hope; You may threaten its life with a railway-share; You may charm it with smiles and soap
It's a great huge game of chess that's being played--all over the world--if this is the world at all, you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I wish I was one of them! I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join--though of course I should like to be a Queen, best.
Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the golden gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.
One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.
I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.