You, who are four years old;
You, with the eyes of blue;
You with the age of gold
Young in the heart of you,
Boy with the eyes of blue:
You, with the face so fair,
Innocent-uttered words,
All the glad sunlight there,
Music of all the birds,
Boy, in your face and words:
Take you my sheaf of rhymes,
Sung for your childish ear;
Rhymes you have loved at times
Begged for, and sat to hear,
Lending a loving ear.
Since you have listened, sweet,
They to some worth attained;
Since in your heart's young beat
They for a while remained,
They to some worth attained.
To My Little Son Preston
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: music, innocent, sweet, hear, glad, gold, sunlight, heart, blue, young, face, worth, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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