The Toy Cabinet

By the old toy cabinet, I stand and turn over dusty things: Chessmen--card games--hoops and balls-- Toy rifles, helmets, swords, In the far corner A doll's tea-set in a box.

Where are you, golden child, Who gave tea to your dolls and me? The golden child is growing old, Further than Rome or Babylon From you have passed those foolish years. She lives--she suffers--she forgets.

By the old toy cabinet, I idly stand and awkwardly Finger the lock of the tea-set box. What matter--why should I look inside, Perhaps it is empty after all! Leave old things to the ghosts of old;

My stupid brain refuses thought, I am maddened with a desire to weep.