The Castle-Builder Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks
       &nbsp A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
       &nbsp And towers that touch imaginary skies.

A fearless rider on his father's knee,
       &nbsp An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
       &nbsp Of heroes and adventures manifold.

There will be other towers for thee to build;
       &nbsp There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
       &nbsp With greater marvels and more glorified.

Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
       &nbsp Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
       &nbsp Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.