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The Truants Walter de la Mare









The Truants
Walter de la Mare 


Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly 
To remember sad things, yet be gay, 
I would sing a brief song of the world's little children 
Magic hath stolen away.

The primroses scattered by April, 
The stars of the wide Milky Way, 
Cannot outnumber the hosts of the children 
Magic hath stolen away.

The buttercup green of the meadows, 
The snow of the blossoming may, 
Lovelier are not than the legions of children 
Magic hath stolen away.

The waves tossing surf in the moonbeam, 
The albatross lone on the spray, 
Alone know the tears wept in vain for the children 
Magic hath stolen away.

In vain: for at hush of the evening 
When the stars twinkle into the grey, 
Seems to echo the far-away calling of children 
Magic hath stolen away.