Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky’s blue looking-glass;

The dusty roads go up and down

With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree,

Farther and farther I should see

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the sea among the ships,

To where the roads on either hand

Lead onward into fairy-land,

Where all the children dine at five,

And all the playthings come alive.

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IX

WINDY NIGHTS

Whenever the moon and stars are set,

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