Innocence Poem by james watkin

A dear one, a blest one;
Child-sized and pure-hearted.
A faint one, a lost one!
To this overwise day!
Trackless, for to locate
By prompts should we be led:
Laughed-over skies which were;
Bubbly -but yesterday.

Did mother not tell it
When with its cutest eyes
Soundless, in passing on
Those introductions sweet
Not to poke, in a wood
At roots' poisoned reply?
That snakes bite, and goblins
Play trick without the treat?