Dear little child, whose very speech <br />Gives me joy beyond my heart's measure, <br />However far my years may reach, <br />Life can offer no greater treasure. <br /> <br />Loveliest flower in my garden of dreams! <br />Mine have been sweet like fairy stories --- <br />But of all that have come true, it seems <br />Your babyhood brought the greatest glories. <br /> <br />All my life long I have tried to make <br />Dreams in a perfect song go winging; <br />I knew the wonder when you spake, <br />And your life went a lyric singing.<br /><br />William Stanley Braithwaite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fiona/
