<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not A Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not a child: I call myself a boy,'<br>Says my king, with accent stern yet mild,<br>Now nine years have brought him change of joy;<br> 'Not a child.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could reason be so far beguiled,<br>Err so far from sense's safe employ,<br>Stray so wide of truth, or run so wild?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing his face bent over book or toy,<br>Child I called him, smiling: but he smiled<br>Back, as one too high for vain annoy -<br> Not a child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a child? alack the year!<br>What should ail an undefiled<br>Heart, that he would fain appear<br> Not a child?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men, with years and memories piled<br>Each on other, far and near,<br>Fain again would so be styled:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would cast off hope and fear,<br>Rest, forget, be reconciled:<br>Why would you so fain be, dear,<br> Not a child?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Child or boy, my darling, which you will,<br>Still your praise finds heart and song employ,<br>Heart and song both yearning toward you still,<br> Child or boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All joys else might sooner pall or cloy<br>Love than this which inly takes its fill,<br>Dear, of sight of your more perfect joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, be aught you please, let all fulfil<br>All your pleasure; be your world your toy:<br>Mild or wild we love you, loud or still,<br> Child or boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342037" data-title="Not A Child de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="'Not a child: I call myself a boy,' Says my king, with accent stern yet mild, Now nine years have brought him change of joy; 'Not a child.' How could reason be so far beguiled, Err so far from sense's safe employ, Stray so wide of truth, or run ..."></div> </div> </div>

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