SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS - Barron Field Poems

 
 

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SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS

Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks
Sit together, building blocks;
    Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey,
        Amber-Locks a little child,
    But together at their play
        Age and Youth are reconciled,
And with sympathetic glee
Build their castles fair to see.

"When I grow to be a man"
(So the wee one's prattle ran),
    "I shall build a castle so--
      With a gateway broad and grand;
    Here a pretty vine shall grow,
        There a soldier guard shall stand;
And the tower shall be so high,
Folks will wonder, by-and-by!"

Shuffle-Shoon quoth: "Yes, I know;
Thus I builded long ago!
    Here a gate and there a wall,
      Here a window, there a door;
    Here a steeple wondrous tall
        Riseth ever more and more!
But the years have levelled low
What I builded long ago!"

So they gossip at their play,
Heedless of the fleeting day;
    One speaks of the Long Ago
      Where his dead hopes buried lie;
    One with chubby cheeks aglow
        Prattleth of the By-and-By;
Side by side, they build their blocks--
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks.