Ambition, and Other Poems/A Child's Fancy

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A Child's Fancy
His chin went up and down, and chewed at nothing,His back was bent—the man was old and tired;Toothless and frail, he hobbled on his way,Admiring nothing, and by none admired:Unless it was that child, with eager eyes,Who stared amazed to see so strange a man,And hobbled home himself, with shoulders raised,Trying to make his chin go up and down;Unless it was that much-affected child,With rounded shoulders, like the old man seen—Who asked his mother why he was not madeThe wonderful strange sight he might have been.
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