Where are the dimples that die in the making? Where is the joke that got stuck in the tongue? Where hide the stars when the day is a-breaking? Where waits the ditty that next will be sung? What does become of the sweet baby faces? Where do the rainbows lie folded away? How does the light that gets caught in dark places Ever creep back to the land of the day? Where is the bird-song that just rippled by me? Where go my aches when the playtime is near? Whence is the health that the kind hours supply me? Where are the days that are coming next year? Hither, ye sages, from Zealand to Poland! He who will wisely these riddles explain, He's to be king of the country of Noland, Dwelling in beautiful castles of Spain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER INVITATION TO PETERHEAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE IDYLL 15. THE EPITHALAMIUM OF ACHILLES AND DEIDAMIA by BION |