A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks, <br />A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, <br />A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks, <br />And towers that touch imaginary skies. <br /> <br />A fearless rider on his father's knee, <br />An eager listener unto stories told <br />At the Round Table of the nursery, <br />Of heroes and adventures manifold. <br /> <br />There will be other towers for thee to build; <br />There will be other steeds for thee to ride; <br />There will be other legends, and all filled <br />With greater marvels and more glorified. <br /> <br />Build on, and make thy castles high and fair, <br />Rising and reaching upward to the skies; <br />Listen to voices in the upper air, <br />Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-castle-builder-birds-of-passage-flight-the-third/
