The Magic Box I

Magic Box
The Magic Box I
Clink, clink, clatter, rattle
The penny dropped
Iconized, though slightly slouched he raised both his arms, raised his
head
Outside the cabinet there stood a little girl, goggle-eyed and quite
astounded
Gaced at the wizard, gazed at the crystal ball
Dear Mr. Sage, what do you see?
Is it my dream? — It was here with me
Now it is lost — where can it be?