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Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
in thy young life’s hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rythm of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say ‘forget’.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
the storm-wind’s moody madness-
Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow,
A childhood’s nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And, though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For ‘happy summer days’ are gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

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This picture was made for a contest ([link] ) which I am about to enter this as my piece.
This is the best photo-manipulation i have EVER done. I love it so much.
The text, which I have printed above, is the introduction piece to Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass".
I hope you like it. Thank you for viewing.

Blessed Be,
Sloan (Wire)

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Resources:
-> Blank book stock.
-> Two background stocks.
-> Stone path stock.
-> Girl in blue dress stock.

Description

Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
in thy young life’s hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rythm of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say ‘forget’.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
the storm-wind’s moody madness-
Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow,
A childhood’s nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And, though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For ‘happy summer days’ are gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

-----

This picture was made for a contest ([link] ) which I am about to enter this as my piece.
This is the best photo-manipulation i have EVER done. I love it so much.
The text, which I have printed above, is the introduction piece to Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass".
I hope you like it. Thank you for viewing.

Blessed Be,
Sloan (Wire)

-----
Resources:
-> Blank book stock.
-> Two background stocks.
-> Stone path stock.
-> Girl in blue dress stock.