SONNY BOY

Grave as a little god, erect and wise,

He dares the years that open to his gaze.

Brave in his charming beauty, he portrays

A bright eternal youth, and in his eyes

Sweet moons that are no more. No sad surprise

Has gloomed the gay adventure of his ways,

And from the flower-lit meadow of the days

He leaps clean-hearted to life's enterprise.