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Random Poem of the Day

1As from the house your mother sees
2You playing round the garden trees,
3So you may see, if you will look
4Through the windows of this book,
5Another child, far, far away,
6And in another garden, play.
7But do not think you can at all,
8By knocking on the window, call
9That child to hear you. He intent
10Is all on his play-business bent.
11He does not hear; he will not look,
12Nor yet be lured out of this book.
13For, long ago, the truth to say,
14He has grown up and gone away,
15And it is but a child of air
16That lingers in the garden there.