Where, O child of mind,
The mystic fires, do burn,
That once upon a childhood time
Did burn beyond a daydreaming moon
Guiding my soul,
Outcast in this dreamless world
Filled with cold practical winds
Blowing frozen the fairy wishes
That not so long ago did play careless
Round my untamed heart,
Naïve and loving tales told
By friendly witches in secret hours
Spent wisely foolish
In search of unicorns and pixies?
Why, O child of spirit,
The mystic fires, lost
That once did ignite
The wild wonder for endless hours
Seeming,
That now I search sometimes desperate
For an ember still hot enough
To keep me warm through maturity’s winter?
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