Excerpt from Poems I drank the dream-white draughts of poetry Drank deep the love and gloom that never die. Nature's white - handed wand is full of dreams 5 Of all, this is the most poetic touch, The baby arms about the mother's neck Sweet picture Nature ever loves to paint, And ever paints in heaven-haunted homes What is a baby's face with wistful eyes? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.