And a sheeted phantom glares

Rushed we; ah, how strange it was

Where no human watcher stood;

Till we reached a gate of glass

Opening on a flowery wood.

Where the rose-pink robe had flown,

Borne by swifter feet than ours,

On to Wonder-Wander town,

Through the wood of monstrous flowers;

Mailed in monstrous gold and blue

Dragon-flies like peacocks fled;

Butterflies like carpets, too,

Softly fluttered overhead.

Down the valley, tip-a-toe,

Where the broad-limbed giants lie

Snoring, as when long ago

Jack on a bean-stalk scaled the sky;

On to Wonder-Wander town

Stole we past old dreams again,

Castles long since battered down,

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