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. (x2) 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. (x2) A tale begun in other days When summer suns were glowing- A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing- Whose echoes live in memory yet Though envious years would say 'forget.' (x2) 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. (x2) Without, the frost, the blinding snow The storm-wind's moody madness- Within, the firelight's ruddy glow And childhood's nest of gladness The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. (x2) And, though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story For 'happy summer days' gone by And vanish'd summer glory- It shall not touch, with breath of bale The pleasance, of our fairy-tale. (x2) 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