Deep in the green mid-heart of June,
Like swallows to a sunset pool
Came chattering, just let loose from school;
And with them one small lad of four,
Picked up as they flocked past his door.
His sea-blue, merry eyes, his hair
Curling and like the corn-silk fair,
His red, sweet mouth, made Hally Clive
Comely as any lad alive.
His father, master of “The Foam,”