To Alice, Three Years Old

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To Alice, Three Years Old

When I began the gift I bear

It seemed you weren’t anywhere;

But being younger now I know

How even fifty moons ago

The apple bloom began to seek

The proper tinting for a cheek;

The skies, aware of thrilling news,

Displayed the loveliest of blues

For whoso fashions eyes to choose.

And all that prehistoric spring

Experimental grace of wing

And tentatively shapen forms,

From crocuses to thunderstorms.

And happy sound and sunny glow

Rehearsed you fifty moons ago.

Why, even I was toiling too

Upon a little gift for youl

And now that we are wise and three.

And I love you and you love me.

We know the whole conspiracy!