To A Boy Whistling

The smiling face of a happy boy

With its enchanted key

Is now unlocking in memory

My store of heartiest joy.

And my lost life again to-day,

In pleasant colors all aglow,

From rainbow tints, to pure white snow,

Is a panorama sliding away.

The whistled air of a simple tune

Eddies and whirls my thoughts around,

As fairy balloons of thistle-down

Sail through the air of June.

O happy boy with untaught grace!

What is there in the world to give

That can buy one hour of the life you live

Or the trivial cause of your smiling face!