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!
Poet: Lewis Carroll
1832 – 1898
Note from Raven: As a poet I am I awe of the poets that can master the Acrostic form. However, with this poem, Lewis Carroll shows true artistry with words. Not only has he given us an acrostic poem, but each stanza starts with the first word being the acrostic letters themselves, either phonetically or as they appear in the poem. Truly a piece of poetic artistry.