Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer Hours
And Whispers of a Summer Sea
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem if you list, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days-
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
Notes
A reader has pointed out this the is an Acrostic reading the names: 'Gertrude Chataway' Was this intentional? If anyone has information then please share it with us.
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Intrigue
Gertrude Chataway - is now the name after locating a final stanza for this poem. this is so strange. Was this the name of the child I wonder?
The name is also broken up over lines: 1, 5, 10 and 15.
Even more intriguing. Von -
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