And mice mayn't sit in mother's lap....

 

 

 

 

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The BatToC

ToC

 

Bat, Bat, that flies at night

When angels' breath has blown the light,

When all the bees are hived in bed

And swallow sleeps with hidden head:

Songless bird! until this hour,

Among the bells in the ivied tower

Have you hung dreaming in your house?

Are you a living wingèd mouse?—

Bat, Bat, I often doubt;

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