Robert Laurence Binyon - A child in nature, as a child in years lyrics

A child in nature, as a child in years, If on past hours she turn remembering eyes, She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears, Flower hiding flower in her pure memories. So flower--like, so lovely do they seem: Too fair to be let die, they fade too fast; Not like that hopeless beauty, which in dream Is ever present, but to say 'tis past. Then should I come with sorrow at my breast, Profitless sorrow, vainly wished away, Will she give comfort to my heart's unrest, She, whose bright years are as a morn of May? Though I should sigh, I could not choose but cheer, Knowing Joy is not far, when she is near.