Down the dimpled green-sward dancing <br />Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, <br />Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing <br />Love's irregular little levy. <br /> <br />Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, <br />How they glimmer, how they quiver! <br />Sparkling one another after, <br />Like bright ripples on a river. <br /> <br />Tipsy band of rubious faces, <br />Flushed with joy's etheral spirit, <br />Make your mocks and sly grimaces <br />At Love's self, and do not fear it!<br /><br />George Darley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-of-childhood/
