Daughter, child, what have you found?
Can you tell me?
Does it frighten you, this world, or
Tickle your fancy?
'Mommy what do you mean? '
All the long while
Eyes, like two lanterns, just turned on
Placed, ivy-walled
Softer, stainless, sweet care's
enthralled
Rates it fragile!
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