The Toy—seller Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

The Toy—seller



The Toy--seller his idle wares
Carefully ranges, side by side;
With coveting soft earnest airs
The children linger, open--eyed.

His haunted soul from far away
Looks in the lamplight absently:
They see not him, O happy they!
He sees not them, O woeful he!

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