Inscribed to a Dear Child: <br />In Memory of Golden Summer Hours <br />And Whispers of a Summer Sea <br /> <br /> <br />Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, <br />Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well <br />Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask <br />The tale he loves to tell. <br />Rude spirits of the seething outer strife, <br />Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, <br />Deem if you list, such hours a waste of life, <br />Empty of all delight! <br /> <br />Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy <br />Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled. <br />Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy, <br />The heart-love of a child!<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-3/
