To Sigurd, Scarcely Three

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To Sigurd, Scarcely Three

When you are old enough to know

The joys of kite and boat and bow

And other suchlike splendid things

That boyhood’s rounded decade brings,

I shall not give you tropes and rhymes;

But, rising to those rousing times,

I shall ply well the craft I know

Of shaping kite and boat and bow,

For you shall teach me once again

The goodly art of being ten.

Meanwhile, as on a rainy day

When ’tis not possible to play,

The while you do your best to grow

I ply the other craft I know

And strive to build for you the mood

Of daring and of fortitude

With fitted word and shapen phrase,

Against those later wonder-days

When first you glimpse the world of men

Beyond the bleaker side of ten.