The Passions Of A Child

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Title:     The Passions Of A Child
Author: Max Eastman [More Titles by Eastman]

The passions of a child attend his dreams.
He lives, loves, hopes, remembers, is forlorn
For legendary creatures, whom he deems
Not too unreal--until one golden morn
The gracious, all-awaking sun shines in
Upon his tranquil pillow, and his eyes
Are touched, and opened greatly, and begin
To drink reality with rich surprise.

I loved the impetuous souls of ancient story--
Heroic characters, kings, queens, whose wills
Like empires rose, achieved, and fell, in glory.
I was a child, until the radiant dawn,
Thy beauty, woke me--O thy spirit fills
The stature of those heroes, they are gone!

[The end]
Max Eastman's poem: Passions Of A Child

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