Childhood Reflections Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The vile hand constantly expressed my wrongs; faults to drown me in despair for long
No one was there to listen to my shuttered world and mournful song,
Playing with fowls in the hen house alleviated, charmed and pleased,
My inner battered thoughts and my being was entranced and with delight seized:


In mid park game I saw her; her voice with tender's passions filled my breast,
And I felt raptures I was too ashamed to be expressed;
Zeal and raptures, till that soft hour before unknown,
Where each time I recalled her image, my soul seemed from my body to be flown:



I long to that world of childhood from which I so hastily took my adieu,
Cruel jaws of time have chewed the pages of my life too fast to be true,
From the pains and anguish of her view I learned never more fantastic forms pursue:
Such glorious delights may sink a person into a mood so blue,



Thus were my days and hours of my childhood in secret ecstasies employed
And I the hideous secrets and sweets of life enjoyed:
Seclude socially; serene, and calm, from every pressure secured and free,
Enslaved alone by flattering meadow blooming posy



Endless were the obstacles from vile fetters that did prove!
How much did I, the endearing fields and grooves yielding but fantasy and love!
Where no one there dare my soul molest,
No harsh unkindness discomposed my breast;



All was not forgot, as if in life turbulent and stream
Shall I ever quenched my thirst of the past, the past was all a bereft dream:
But as I pleased indulging my self with this unenvied state,
Behold! a wondrous turn took place in my life of a blessed fate!


Although a hollow melancholy of the past still does sound
The awful horrors of long ago past are dispersed, cleansed all around




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