How Many Childhood Visions Poem by Nero CaroZiv

How many childhood visions gild the lapses of my time!
Enduring flashbacks so many of them, all! , have ever been the food
Of my delighted back then days of fancy and innocence, I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly scenes and contemplating sublime:
And often, when I sit recalling the winds that through an ancient patina stones did rhyme,
These would in throngs and floods before my mind intrude:
Pure, divine, calm no confusion, no disturbance rude
Blessed conjure of that ever pleasing chime
So the unnumbered sounds that evening and dusk did explore;
The chirrup of birds hidden in foliage rich, the soothing whispering of the leaves
The voice of waters among the flock of reeds, the great school bell that heaves
With solemn alerting sound, and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music to a virgin ear in the shade of that wild and harsh uproar.


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