Dedication
To
JOHN SWINNERTON PHILLIMORE
A DEDICATION
WITH THIS BOOK OF VERSE
When you and I were little tiny boys
We took a most impertinent delight
In foolish, painted and misshapen toys
That hidden mothers brought to us at night.
Do you that have the child’s diviner part—
The dear content a love familiar brings—
Take these imperfect toys, till in your heart
They too attain the form of perfect things?