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.