Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — The Castle-Builder

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks        &nbsp A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,        &nbsp And towers that touch imaginary skies. A fearless rider on his father's knee,        &nbsp An eager listener unto stories told At the Round Table of the nursery,        &nbsp Of heroes and adventures manifold. There will be other towers for thee to build;        &nbsp There will be other steeds for thee to ride; There will be other legends, and all filled        &nbsp With greater marvels and more glorified. Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,        &nbsp Rising and reaching upward to the skies; Listen to voices in the upper air,        &nbsp Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.