The Child Alone A Poet Is: Spring And Fairyland Are His. Truth And Reason Show But Dim, And All'S Poetry With Him. Rhyme And Music Flow In Plenty For The Lad Of One-And-Twenty, But Spring For Him Is No More Now Than Daisies To A Munching Cow; Just A Cheery Pleasant Season, Daisy Buds To Live At Ease On. He's Forgotten How He Smiled And Shrieked At Snowdrops When A Child, Or Wept One Evening Secretly For April'S Glorious Misery. Wisdom Made Him Old And Wary Banishing The Lords Of Faery. Wisdom Made A Breach And Battered Babylon To Bits: She Scattered To The Hedges And Ditches All Our Nursery Gnomes And Witches. Lob And Puck, Poor Frantic Elves, Drag Their Treasures From The Shelves. Jack The Giant-Killer'S Gone, Mother Goose And Oberon, Bluebeard And King Solomon. Robin, And Red Riding Hood Take Together To The Wood, And Sir Galahad Lies Hid In A Cave With Captain Kidd. None Of All The Magic Hosts, None Remain But A Few Ghosts Of Timorous Heart, To Linger On Weeping For Lost Babylon.