A Child,Curious and innocent,Slips from his Nurse, and rejoicingLoses himself in the Fair. Thro’ the jostle and dinWandering, he revels,Dreaming, desiring, possessing;Till, of a suddenTired and afraid, he beholdsThe sordid assemblageJust as it is; and he runsWith a sob to his Nurse(Lighting at last on him),And in her motherly bosomCries him to sleep. Thus thro’ […]

W. E. Henley: “A Child”