A Paradox

When but a little boy, it seemed
My dearest rapture ran
In fancy ever, when I dreamed
I was a man – a man!

Now – sad perversity! – My theme
Of rarest, purest joy
Is when, in fancy blest, I dream
I am a little boy.

From Your Mother and My Mother, by F. D. Van Amburgh, 1927 (First Printing). I believe this is the oldest book I own, but I’m not sure how it came into my possession, but it smells good!

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Nashville, TN, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to A Paradox

  1. ereader’s just don’t smell like that, no matter how old!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Alan Palm says:

    First Time ever that I have heard of this. Time marches on.


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