Lines on a Child by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Encinctured with a twine of leaves, / That leafy twine his only dress! / A lovely Boy was plucking fruits, / By moonlight, in a wilderness. / The moon was bright, the air was free, / And fruits and flowers together grew, / On many a shrub and many a tree: / And all put on a gentle hue, / Hanging in the shadowy air / Like a picture rich and rare. / It was a climate where, they say, / The night is more belov'd than day. / But who that beauteous Boy beguil'd, / That beauteous Boy to linger here? / Alone, by night, a little child, / In place so silent and so wild- / Has he no friend, no loving mother near?