Around my head, a kind of rhyme,

And blowing softly on the glass,

To see the dimness come and pass.

I made a picture, with my breath

Rubbed out to show the underneath.

I built a city on the floor;

And then I went and was a War.—

And I escaped, from square to square

That's greener on the carpet, there,

Until at last, I came to Us:

But it was very dangerous.—

Because, if I had stepped Outside,

I made believe I should have died!

And now I have the boat to mend;

And all our supper to pretend.

I am so Busy, all the day,

I haven't any time to play.

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Sunset

hose islands far away are mine,

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