Living
Envoy
From Armazindy (1894)
Living
When but a little boy, it seemed
My dearest rapture ran
In fancy ever, when I dreamed
I was a man--a man!
Now--sad perversity!--my theme
Of rarest, purest joy
Is when, in fancy blest, I dream
I am a little boy.
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Riley, James Whitcomb. “Envoy.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/riley/671/.
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Riley, James Whitcomb. “Envoy.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/riley/671/.
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