To a Boy Whistling by James Whitcomb Riley
The smiling face of a happy boy With its enchanted key Is now unlocking in memory My store of heartiest joy.
And my lost life again to-day, In pleasant colors all aglow, From rainbow tints, to pure white snow, Is a panorama sliding away.
The whistled air of a simple tune Eddies and whirls my thoughts around, As fairy balloons of thistle-down Sail through the air of June.
O happy boy with untaught grace! What is there in the world to give That can buy one hour of the life you live Or the trivial cause of your smiling face!
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