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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My long first year of perfect love, <br>My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,<br>I was a chubby boy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,<br>A belt, a crown was on it;<br>She wore some angel's kind of dress<br>And such a tiny bonnet,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place; <br>A little maid with violet eyes, <br>And sunshine in her face.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O my child-queen, in those lost days<br>How sweet was daily living! <br>How humble and how proud I grew, <br>How rich by merely giving!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She went to school, the parlour-maid <br>Slow stepping to her trot; <br>That parlour-maid, ah, did she feel <br>How lofty was her lot!<br>Across the road I saw her lift <br>My Queen, and with a sigh <br>I envied Raleigh; my new coat <br>Was hung a peg too high.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A hoard of never-given gifts <br>I cherished, priceless pelf; <br>'Twas two whole days ere I devoured <br>That peppermint myself.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Church I only prayed for her <br>'O God bless Lucy Hill;' <br>Child, may His angels keep their arms <br>Ever around you still.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when the hymn came round, with heart <br>That feared some heart's surprising<br>Its secret sweet, I climbed the seat <br>'Mid rustling and uprising;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And there against her mother's arm <br>The sleeping child was leaning, <br>While far away the hymn went on, <br>The music and the meaning.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh I loved with more of pain <br>Since then, with more of passion, <br>Loved with the aching in my love <br>After our grown-up fashion;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet could I almost be content <br>To lose here at your feet <br>A year or two, you murmuring elm, <br>To dream a dream so sweet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edward+Dowden">Edward Dowden</a></strong></div>