And the grown-up phrases jangle, and their harps make angry noise—
Helen of the angers, let us put aside these toys!
Put away your wisdom, and I will feed the vines
The little drinks that eat me, and the sunset-colored wines!
Come beneath the apple-bloom, beside the pinky pools,
With awful maledictions on the two who were such fools!
Run, and be as darting as the sunlight through a tree!
Sit, and sing a silly song of apricots with me!
Innocence, oh Innocence, with whiteness on your names,
Come into the crooked wood and help a child play games!