The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
On a Childs PortraitArthur Stringer (18741950)
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Dimly some echo of the ocean dwells.
The filtered sweets of golden noons are stored.
Some poignant touch of June’s lost azure clings.
The lingering gold of April’s vanished dreams.
I find lost summer in epitome.
Writ small in this, one childish face, I read.