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Below the yew  it still is there   Our phantom voices haunt the air As we were still at play, And I can hear them call and say: "_How far is it to Babylon?_" Ah, far enough, my dear, Far, far enough from here   Yet you have farther gone! BELOW THE YOUTH IT STILL IS THERE OUR FOUNTAIN VOICE HAUNT THE AIR AS WE WERE STILL IN PLAY AND I CAN HEAR THEM CALL AND SAY HOW FAR IS THIS BABYLOAD AFAR ENOUGH MY DEAR FAR FAR ENOUGH FROM HERE YET YOU HAVE FURTHER GONE
 do?_ _And what were childhood, wanting you?_ [Illustration] [Illustration: TO AUNTIE] [Illustration] TO MINNIE The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and I Did for awhile together lie And, simple suitor, I your hand In decent marriage did demand; The great day nursery, best of all, With pictures pasted on the wall And leaves upon the blind A pleasant room wherein to wake And hear the leafy garden shake And rustle in the wind-- And pleasant there to lie in bed And see the pictures overhead-- The wars about Sebastopol, The grinning guns along the wall, The daring escalade, The plunging ships, the bleating sheep, The happy children ankle-deep And laughing as they wade; All these are vanished clean away, And the old manse is changed to-day; It wears an altered face And shields a stranger race. The river, on from mill to mill, Flows past our childhood's garden still; But ah! we children never more Shall watch it from the water-door. TS NOT ONLY I BUT OF ALL YOUR DOZEN OF NERVELINGS CRY WHAT DID THE OTHER CHILDREN DO AND WHAT WERE CHILDHOOD WANTING YOU TOO MANY THE RED WERE MOST THE GIANT BED WHERE NONE BUT ELDEST LAID THEIR HEAD THE LITTLE ROOM WHERE YOU AND I DID FOR A WHILE TOGETHER LIE AND SIMPLE SUITORS ON YOUR HAND IN DECENT MARRIAGE YOU DID DEMAND THE GREAT DANE NURSERY BEST OF ALL WITH PICTURES PASTED ON THE WALL AND LEAVES UPON THE BLIND A PLEASANT ROOM WHEREIN TO WAIT AND HEAR THE LEAFY GARDEN SHAKE AND RUFFLE IN THE WIND AND PLEASANT THERE TO LIE IN BED AND SEE THE PICTURES OVERHEAD THE WORDS ABOUT SABUS GASPOLE THE GREETING GUNS ALONG THE WALL THE DARING ILLUSCADE THE PLUNGING SHIPS THE BLEEDING SHEEP THE HAPPY CHILDREN ANKLE DEEP AND LAUGHING AS THEY WADE ALTHOUGH ARE BOUND TO CLEAN AWAY AND THE OLD MATCH CHANGED TO DAY IT WEARS AN ALTERED FACE AND SHIELDS A STRANGER RACE THE RIVER ON FROM MILL TO MILL FLOWS PAST OUR CHILDHOOD GARDEN STILL BUT AH WE CHILDREN NEVERMORE SHALL WATCH IT FROM THE WATER DOOR
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