Sonnets and Quatrains

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Celestial, you are earth-born, Joy, by choice, And your ideals only half divine. For with the guileless eyes and silver voice You have the tricks of fairies, and a tongue That works for mischief when it finds the chance. You whisper to a boy, since he is young, Of what avail is time or circumstance! You give a merry twist to solemn things, Making Of life and love one holiday: And for the dance you lend our feet your wings That they may not grow weary in the play. You're just a little worldling, Joy, it seems, But who like you can give such happy dreams!