I would that I were again a child
And a child you sweet and pure,
That we might be free and wild
In our consciousness obscure;
That we might play fantastic games
Under trees silent and shady,
That we might have fairy-book names,
I be a lord, you a lady.
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought,
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning,
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning.
Sitting close we each other would move
With tales that now gone are sad;
We would have no sex, would feel no love,
Good without fighting the bad.
A flower would be our life's delight
And a nutshell boat our treasure:
We would lock it in a cupboard at night
As in memory a pleasure.
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought,
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning,
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning.