{"product_id":"2940149485505","title":"The Seven Ages of Childhood (Illustrated)","description":"Baby, of all mysterious things,\u003cbr\u003eYou're stranger far than stars or kings.\u003cbr\u003eYou stare superbly day by day,\u003cbr\u003eNor let your large reserve give way.\u003cbr\u003eUnfathomable mysteries\u003cbr\u003eLurk in your big, unseeing eyes,\u003cbr\u003eMaking brave memories, and yet,\u003cbr\u003eMaking them only to forget.\u003cbr\u003eBut though reflectively you blink,\u003cbr\u003eTrying to make us think you think,\u003cbr\u003eWe know you cannot think or talk,\u003cbr\u003eYou cannot run, you cannot walk;\u003cbr\u003eYou little human mystery,\u003cbr\u003eYou can't do anything but be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou small, content, safe-guarded thing,\u003cbr\u003eNestling beneath your mother's wing.\u003cbr\u003e[4]You're all so new; your roseleaf skin,\u003cbr\u003eYour dewy eyes and dimpled chin,\u003cbr\u003eYour pinch of hair and pound of flesh\u003cbr\u003eAre all so delicate and fresh.\u003cbr\u003eThen, Baby, every little while\u003cbr\u003eYou cry. And then perhaps you smile.\u003cbr\u003eYou cry without a bit of reason,\u003cbr\u003eYou laugh both in and out of season;\u003cbr\u003eA wise proceeding, I suppose,\u003cbr\u003eIf that is all the speech one knows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut sometimes do the dull hours drag?\u003cbr\u003eAnd sometimes does your patience flag?\u003cbr\u003eLong days and nights you must get through,\u003cbr\u003eWithout a single thing to do.\u003cbr\u003eAnd though perhaps you see and hear,\u003cbr\u003eIt means naught to your eye and ear.\u003cbr\u003eBut, Baby, you don't seem to care,\u003cbr\u003e[5]You hark at silence,—look at air!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd in the stillness, or the dark,\u003cbr\u003eAbsorbedly you look and hark.\u003cbr\u003eSo, then, what difference can it make,\u003cbr\u003eWhether you are asleep or 'wake?\u003cbr\u003eYou cannot think, and it would seem\u003cbr\u003eYou do not know enough to dream.\u003cbr\u003eHow can you dream, not knowing words?\u003cbr\u003eOr is it like the song of birds,\u003cbr\u003eOr scent of flowers, or sunshine bright,\u003cbr\u003eOr South breeze on a summer's night?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePerhaps your thoughts just flounder 'round\u003cbr\u003eIn seas of color, waves of sound;\u003cbr\u003eIn notions vague of shape or form.\u003cbr\u003eAs,—Life is something soft and warm.\u003cbr\u003eMother is just a happy place;\u003cbr\u003eNurse is a sort of vacant space.\u003cbr\u003eAnd father is a kind of stuff,\u003cbr\u003e[6]That's woolly, black and rather rough.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd then some day into your eyes\u003cbr\u003eThere comes a look exceeding wise.\u003cbr\u003eAnd then your brain begins to grow;\u003cbr\u003eYou learn \"How does the Kitty go?\"\u003cbr\u003eYou learn to \"Love the Lambie Baa,\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd \"Make a Face at Grandmamma!\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd then upon your own account\u003cbr\u003eYou seem to learn a large amount,\u003cbr\u003eAs you laboriously prove\u003cbr\u003eThat your own fingers really move!\u003cbr\u003eAnd if you have accomplished this,\u003cbr\u003eAnd if you've learned \"a Spanish kiss;\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd if three times you've said \"Goo—goo!\"","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47072990101744,"sku":"2940149485505","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149485505_p0.jpg?v=1763718208","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149485505","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}