In the high leaves of a walnut, <br />On the very topmost boughs, <br />A boy that climbed the branching bole <br />His cradled limbs would house. <br /> <br />On the airy bed that rocked him <br />Long, idle hours he'd lie <br />Alone with white clouds sailing <br />The warm blue of the sky. <br /> <br />I remember not what his dreams were; <br />But the scent of a leaf's enough <br />To house me higher than those high boughs <br />In a youth he knew not of, <br /> <br />In a light that no day brings now <br />But none can spoil or smutch, <br />A magic that I felt not then <br />And only now I touch.<br /><br />Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-high-leaves-of-a-walnut/
